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Hands of the clock are rising through the dawn

Straining at your velvet wrap of dreams

The myths are fading, that Morpheus showed you

The bell will tear, what you think does it mean?

Black clouds obscure the sparkling moon

Which conjures you the sweets of life

´til the memory comes back too soon

And cuts your fairy- tale with the knife

So the daily treadmill turns round and round

Crushing uniqueness to uniform

Building the rock for your tombstone

Until you're nameless forgotten and gone

It´s the click before the ringing

Right now the daily nightmare starts

The ship of fools you´re in is sinking

While you´ll sell your soul on the marts

So the daily treadmill...