Let Me Talk with the Clock! 

Numerous diseases that I desire to suck
like a leech, a stinky bug
reckless he is, but still tough.
Suck, suck, suck.

Solitude that hosts a desire to embrace, 
made me the one who had fallen, 
named me the one who had been stolen. 
Mock, mock, mock. 

Lament that rests my blues, 
lies underneath his bruise.
The absense of youth and amuse...
Knock, knock, knock;

A letter or a remain to an aged-fellow;

Apologies, but speak to you I dare! 
Do not rot with thine wrinkled air.
Still have the jazz, so please spare
Your wobbles, your lapsus, your despair. 

If you devote thyself to an emptiness,
that poison you with phoney divineness,
Alas! That illusion shall be avoided
Before thine identity be destroyed.
 
Well! Hands, hands, hands;
Could be a reminder of me.
Wizened, crumpled, hands;
Shall be nor shame or burden.
 
Now, you're livin' in peace, 
which is worse, to feel or cease?
I have stitched your fleece,
with my youth while it decrease,
with my tounge while it decease,
within my empty but haunting dreams;
for you to leave in peace.

Therefore, let me talk. 
Let me talk, as I will let you walk. 
Let me talk, as I will smash your balk. 
Let me talk, as I will let thine clock
Tick tock, tick tock, tick and tock...