Timepiece Songtext

Gaze from afar the scatter of this endless rat race.
Look as blood vessels carrying nourishment to their queen.
Our feet is placed in a box containing cement, we're slowly sinking.
Soon the water will fill our lungs, the charade of working has come to it's end of days.
Worthless wages wearing our appendages. This is our burden manufacturing buildings towering over us.
We're the bacteria of our surroundings.
Nothing for me to do, nothing for me to say.
Nothing for me to think, nothing for me to sing.
And it slips away, you can't hold on,
We are all timepieces. My hands turn into clocks.