Tick-tock, tick-tock Time is up, death-o-clock When the time is ticking Your lifetime is shrinking Tick-tock, tick-tock Sun is up, get to work Better start working Or you'll hate yourself I know exactly what the time is I do not need no fucking clocks I hear the footsteps of death behind me They sound like ticking, they never stop Every second I am not working I feel I’m wasting my finite time The clocks are ticking, the clocks are talking I almost hear them in my mind Tick-tock, tick-tock Time is up, death-o-clock When the time is ticking Your lifetime is shrinking Tick-tock, tick-tock Sun is up, get to work Better start working Or you'll hate yourself And after every action My soul shrinks in size A fraction of a fraction Dies I tried to follow the dream I’d chosen - I was as lost as I was before I tried to stop, tried to smell the roses They smelled like tension, and nothing more The time is slipping right through my fingers Something’s broken inside my brain The time is passing, and I can feel this If I were me I would go insane Tick-tock, tick-tock Time is up, death-o-clock When the time is ticking Your lifetime is shrinking Tick-tock, tick-tock Sun is up, get to work Better start working Or you'll hate yourself And after every action My soul shrinks in size A fraction of a fraction Dies Tick-tock, tick-tock Deep inside something broke Life could be fine If you’ve got the time Tick-tock, tick-tock Time is up, death-o-clock Better start working Like it’s your final day By counting all your fears You will go down fast In hundred thousand years My soul will turn to dust The plethora of choices To live or chase my dream No matter what the choice is I’ll hate myself for it Tick-tock, tick-tock Time is up, death-o-clock When the time is ticking Your lifetime is shrinking Tick-tock, tick-tock Sun is up, get to work Better start working Or you'll hear Tick-tock, tick-tock Deep inside something broke Life could be fine If you’ve got the time Tick-tock, tick-tock Sun is up, get to work Better start working Or you'll hate yourself And after every action My soul shrinks in size A fraction of a fraction Dies And every night I hear The ticking in my head When I wake up I feel Dead Tick-tock, tick-tock Everything is too long I am simply waiting Waiting for my death Tick-tock, tick-tock How much time you have left Now you’ve got four minutes, Thirty seconds less