She's watching the hands on the clock
They are deceitful, it would seem
Time marches on unflinchingly

The Gears adhere to her fantasy
But even in her wildest dream
She's watching the hands on the clock

She is still itching to be free
Not have to linger in between
Time marches on unflinchingly

Her heart roars like the churning sea
Her head full of horrific scenes
She's watching the hands on the clock

Each hour is endless misery
Each second unfeeling and mean
Time marches on unflinchingly

She's fatigued with uncertainty
In the company of machines
She's watching the hands on the clock
Time marches on unflinchingly