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Creaking of the arrows, higher and higher

Alarms the conscious state of mind

Warning what’s behind

Loud and clear

Trying to wake up

Keep up, don’t crum up

There’s so much you can take

I can’t, I won’t; I will find my way to go

The evolution of an era of a punishing crowd

Fear, I am near

The evolution of an era making people count down

By the time

Finally caught up

Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round

Another victim is impaled on its spear

Lost his battle on its hunting ground

We’re heading to the dead end

Which drags us down

Where the timeless hides

Striking in his maze

Dense, heavy clouds leaning

Back onto your head

Run with their weight

Endlessly chasing

Occupy your brains up to the rim

Overflows when you add one more piece to it

By the time

Finally caught up

Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round

Another victim is impaled on its spear

Lost his battle on its hunting ground

Lose, you’ll win; admit you’re tired

Play the new round, when one’s sacrificed

Stop chasing the arrows; let the wheel of time

Make you hunted to ride its flight

By the time

Finally caught up

Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round

Another victim is impaled on its spear

Lost his battle on its hunting…

By the time

You stopped to catch up

Clocks keep ticking, always winning the last round

Another victor rides along on its spear

Won this battle on its hunting ground