Clockwise
Hours alone, staring at the ceiling
I can’t stand the insomnia that I’m feeling
I just hear the faint pulses on the wall,
Between each sound is a long stall
I can’t stand the insomnia that I’m feeling
I just hear the faint pulses on the wall,
Between each sound is a long stall
Tick…
Tick…
Tick…
Its face is surely mocking me,
Staring with animosity
Wanting me to never fall asleep
Waiting for me to eventually weep
Staring with animosity
Wanting me to never fall asleep
Waiting for me to eventually weep
Tick…
Tick…
Tick…
Under my sheets, I try to confine
Cold shivers begin to crawl up my spine
The fear of the dark creeps around
All is quiet, but there’s still a sound
Cold shivers begin to crawl up my spine
The fear of the dark creeps around
All is quiet, but there’s still a sound
Tick…
Tick…
Tick…
Haunted by nothing but an inanimate being
I hallucinate at the images I’m seeing
Of fear and despair and terrible shock
Given by that accursed grandfather clock
I hallucinate at the images I’m seeing
Of fear and despair and terrible shock
Given by that accursed grandfather clock