Welcome to the last few moments of our «near-life experience»,
that unwilling to yield we struggle to sustain…
But what if all fails? What is our back-up plan to survive?
Another venture to regain in so-called glory
More I feel, more I fear…turns’n’turns’n’turns
The demon-clockwork turns
The guilt of wishing an end to this all
is tightly anchored to our lack of time…
I abhor the seconds — we need extended hours to flee
The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled
The death of present time is near; farewell naivism…
We’re waiting for the never to come
More I feel, more I fear…turns’n’turns’n’turns
The demon-clockwork turns