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)