you move clock hands and come to a standstill
your ideas, your friends fade away (somewhere)
you yourself fade away - in silence, painlessly
60 minutes of extermination that is not fulfilled through screams and pain
returning to life won't feel the difference
the clock keeps ticking
yet no one will be oneself
authentic, mutilated bodies
hidden in clock hand coffins
of the hour that doesn't exist
your ideas, your friends fade away (somewhere)
you yourself fade away - in silence, painlessly
60 minutes of extermination that is not fulfilled through screams and pain
returning to life won't feel the difference
the clock keeps ticking
yet no one will be oneself
authentic, mutilated bodies
hidden in clock hand coffins
of the hour that doesn't exist