Fonohead Haunted by the Time

It's always in a rush
It occupies my thoughts
It will not pay attention
To my appealing words
It makes me run like hell
And roughly calls the shots
It haunts me with the sound
Of march of ticking clocks
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And I still drag my burden
Towards the edge of days
The way is so complicated
The shoes don't leave a trace
My head is full of letters
That never will be sent
Because they're scratched by the words
You wouldn't understand