Clockwork

It happens everytime, we emphasize
«Don't let this time pass you by.»
God damn everyone in this fucking place
We tried to care, but you were never there on time
Keep that in mind when you’re running circles left and right
God damn everyone in this place, because I hate everything
I’ve been face-to-face with the times
Good luck to everyone in this fucking place
And god damn everyone in this fucked up place
God damn everyone in this place, because I hate everything
I’ve been dying to hear your thoughts on our infatuation with sound
If you see it as a burden then sit the fuck down
So set the stopwatch to the beat of your dead heart
And watch us run right past you
You know we’ll outlast you, because we’re always fucking first place
Well you might as well spit in my fucking face
It’s insulting enough you couldn’t trust us
You still stutter when we’re face to face or alone
We’re always fucking first place
How does it feel to stare at each falling grain of sand?
How does it feel to count them down all by yourself?
We tried to reset the clocks, so you can fuck yourself