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I'm arms of clock
And I'm turning around
A senseless point
Repeatedly like sound

Of a machine
My arms are veins
Of past and future
And no one prays

My mind is time
Smashing neurons back
To the middle
Of revolving world

And all the bad and good
Doesn't exit
I can't go out
I can't resist

The ticking fear
Of losing my soul
Somewhere in space
Shutting the flow

I'm disappearing
And pulling clocks faster
Until I can avoid
Thinking disaster




There's no solution
And there never was
Of what is happening
When the time stops