Clock Is Ticking - Absynthe Minded

Clock is ticking, the bugs are dead

I burned them of the wall and had a fit

I ran into an old friend of mine

All we could say was it’s been a while

I wanna dig up the memories

I wanna go to the black-out fields

We’re anticipating to the nothingness

And amply rewarded for an arty mess

Clock is ticking, and we know it Time is money, so hit it quick

Try to mend all the broken hearts

The healing of soul is about to start

I wanna dig up the memories

I wanna go to the black-out fields

We’re anticipating to the nothingness

And amply rewarded for an arty mess