Tick, Tock.
The sounds of my heart that is artificial,
Just four pounds of meat within my barren chest,
Badump, Badump.
It's time for it to stop, now.
Can you hear me breathing in and out?
Can you hear me screaming?
Sewing lips shut for your keepsake.
I am barely awake at this state.
Teach him to love, teach him to see with his own eyes.
The sounds of my heart that is artificial,
Just four pounds of meat within my barren chest,
Badump, Badump.
It's time for it to stop, now.
Can you hear me breathing in and out?
Can you hear me screaming?
Sewing lips shut for your keepsake.
I am barely awake at this state.
Teach him to love, teach him to see with his own eyes.
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