Clouds in my mind as my clock ticks backwards
Too hurt to alter time and set myself free
As the tick and the tock clangs all is further away, but the boy who appears as a man gets younger every hour
I catch a glimpse in a nightmare of all the pain I have been
Others fade away and partners wash their hands
Do parents know what they have done to make a childs heart fold?
City streets at night time are like a book to shock the world
Who knows why the lines become distorted
The ladies are out for a drink too many on a Friday night
Who knows why the lines become distorted
The businessman wants to get lost after the tensions of a day
In the bustling cities bodies are being sold
The killing fields may be normal and everyday things
Norms and values plant the crop that feeds the mayhem
A child screams from within the adults going about their day