In and out tick tick tick out of breath
the clock does not stop ticking like a wound
on the side of my mouth
if doesn't heal and there's nothing we can do for
the city still sorrounds us a great trap
we're under a great one
bow down to your kings
time goes by and the clock ticks I tick
I exist but someday the prey comes back and it bite
"every damn thing rationed and not ine promise kept the guy was right we're under a gestapo" (john braine)
