My body is a clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Counting down the time
I have left on this rock.
My heart is a bomb
That beats like a drum
Any moment, it could cease
Stopping the clock's run.
My mind is a machine
That records what is seen
It waits for the day
The bomb blows off steam.
My body is a clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Bringing me ever closer
To my escape from this rock.