I hear each tapping,
The rattling rattles on,
Just one more little sound,
And my attention span is gone.

I focus on one sound now,
A sound I cannot hear,
The beating of my heart,
the silence brings me fear.

I have no passion now,
I walk the days alone,
My footsteps echo here,
As Im making my way home.

I hear their useless shallow talk,
They wish upon their lives,
Selfish gifts of things of gold,
They hold their dangerous knives,

Do they not know the truth?
that they have EVERYTHING?!
They should be down on their knees,
thanking God for all their blessings...

I hear their endless tapping...
Their hackling bables on...
Only 174 days of this,
After that countdown, Im gone.