Fun land, timber times
Scratching vehicles, murdery rhymes
Flying across the millenium lines
Making many money crimes
Whipping myself with a bag of dimes
Ripping out spines

It’s not how they see you
It’s who you really are
Temptation to create turmoil
Everywhere you go
Touch the impossible window
Fly through
Make a slice of it
Fake an entrance
Do it for kicks
Erosion
Precision
Ambition

These lazy clocks get punched too often
Don’t know if they’ll ever soften
On my way to make a claim
Against someone without a name

I can focus on walls
I can drown my understanding
I have to grow some balls
So I yearn to be demanding

Stay or maybe leave
Such an easy choice
What you will receive
Let us hear your voice
Here we have the drugs
Outside there be thugs
Roaming free and wild
One is even with child

What can I offer?
I made many attempts
Now they look and scoff
I hope not to see them again
But this life is unpredictable
So I must prepare for the worst
Once I get back into the game
This time I won’t end up hurt

This young lady took my heart
So I told her: give it back
She refused, just walked away
Then she put it on a rack

On the rack my heart she stretched
Winking while she pulled the lever
Heart was strong and yet it snapped
Doctors said they had to sever

(Perhaps I should have been more clever
Did I learn from my endeavour?
Sometimes you has got to sever)

Now I live without a heart
Luckily I still have limbs
Everything is working right
All except the clock within