Welcome to the last few moments of our "near-life experience", that unwilling to yield we struggle to sustain... But what if all fails? What is our back-up plan to survive? Another venture to regain in so-called glory More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-clockwork turns The guilt of wishing an end to this all is tightly anchored to our lack of time... I abhor the seconds - we need extended hours to flee The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled The d**h of present time is near; farewell naivism... We're waiting for the never to come More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-clockwork turns