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
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