Goes the Clock.

Tick tock, tick tock.
Time is slipping past;
the sand is running out of
the hourglass and through
our fingers. It's all ending;
the world is slowing down.

Tick tock tick tock.
The clock is broken,
stopped at five past ten.
Two hours later and it
says the same.
What a liar the clock is.

Tick tock, tick tock.
Time is streaming past,
taunting us with
it's speed. I fear that
the end is nigh.

Tick tock, tick tock.
What's that sound? The clock
has been broken
for hours, so what's
been making the ticking?

Tick tock, tick tock.
The end is here.
They are coming.