Watch The Clock

The big hand makes it's way,
To the number two.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
My body's numb and bruised.

I hear the beating of the drums,
As the pace begins to quicken.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Once more I've been stricken.

Bottle half empty,
Bottle never full.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
On both legs and arms you pull

The door begins to open,
It's then i see your face.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
My body takes your place.