Clock کے بول

I'm locked in a box With a window and a clock Sometimes I can't sleep I watch the second hand feeding Time is ticking, ticking And the flowers are dripping, dripping I am awake and I cannot sleep All hail to the madman Great murderer, great Aryan Take all that you need Take my life, my song, my breed Fires are burning, burning My people are yearning, yearning I'm locked away to defy and die Instrumental I'm locked in a box With a window and a clock Sometimes I can't sleep I watch the second hand feeding Time is getting colder And I'm getting older, older Where is the face that I knew before I am awake and I cannot sleep