The clock is taunting you.
The clock is looking at you.
It's going to get you baby,
it's going to push toward the void.
The dead is building up.
I can't close my eyes, I wait for my demise.
Sleep deprivation, sleep disorder.
The torture makes me wonder.
Insomnia, insomniac.
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The clock is taunting you.
The clock is looking at you.
It's going to get you baby,
it's going to push toward the void.
The dead is building up.
I can't close my eyes, I wait for my demise.
Sleep deprivation, sleep disorder.
The torture makes me wonder.
Insomnia, insomniac.
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