Stop the clock, I am getting tired

I launched a knockout until a clock rings its bell

So deafening that none of my senses can tell

Which way calls for my name and which are cursing for me to raise my hell

Too many clocks which their ticks can’t be set up. The frivolous thing is that everybody seems to dance to the tickings.

I was hailed to another day at a nonexistent occurring of moments I wouldn't call time

A day so dull that your DNA won’t prove that you’re human. And unchewable gum to restrain myself from the deepest relaxation i owed to my body.

While what seems to be an eternal sorrow comes as an unchangeable background

Somebody, please stop the clock

I never liked dancing to its ticking

I don’t like the idea that someday i might be dying whilst dancing to this horrendous sound. Why?

Somebody, close the curtain and tell me it is always night. Tell me I am not a loser, tell me I am a fighter because I fought my own way.

Tell me it is time to grab a comfortable blanket

And sleep the sleep I've always been sleeping on