Slowly the clock ticks away,
Time goes and comes but never stays in one place for long,
Like a pendulum swinging, the rain never stops to think.
When you dream it feels like your flying over fields of without having being tied down,
waking up once again under a heavy blanket.
You find yourself tied down and controlled by the moving of hands.
Stop this insanity once and for all,
Break free of these chains which tie you down,
Don't become a slave,
Stop this fight,