Tik Tak

Maybe you've already forgotten, but I'm still here,
we're fighting with life, clearing our own way.
I sweep in front of my own door, I don't push to the front,
I watch from a distance how the kids draw their lines.

Fried since fifteen, life must be a blast,
sniffing it up their snouts, locking up their cage.
Tick tock, tick tock — the big fuck is coming,
with the realisation that all that's left of the brain is mush.
You keep looking over your shoulder, the paranoia's got you.

You look out for the cops, what if they came,
they'd take your kratom, the meth as well.
They'd empty out all those bags,
you want to vanish fast like Fittipaldi.
All your piles of it — what is reality?
Your life, a huge calamity, Mortal Kombat, fatality.
They lead you to their Octavia, you feel the cuffs on your hands,
you can't see the sky above you, below you there's lava.
I saw it when I came back from fishing,
you feel your fear, a crazy trip,
here comes the drop, you're tasting shit.

You want to fight everyone, it's that empty grip's fault,
you don't know when to say stop, you don't learn from your own mistakes.
You can start digging your grave, then there'll be no strength left,
hopefully it won't be a shock to you that you can't turn the tide of things.

It grinds you down by itself, grinds, grinds, grinds by itself,
it takes the charge out of you, takes, takes the charge.
It eats up your soul, it eats up your face,
what you plant is what you get,
your mug looks like a herbarium,
you're crumbling like a sphinx.

You want to fight everyone,
it's that empty grip's fault,
you don't know when to say stop,
you don't learn from your own mistakes.
You can start digging your grave,
then there'll be no strength left,
hopefully it won't be a shock to you
that you can't turn the tide of things.

Tick tock, tick tock, your time is running out,
tick tock, tick tock, you're a lost cause,
tick tock, tick tock, endless paranoia.