The clock was born with a difference, like a bird with no defense. Like a shadow lying down at the top of my indifference. Since the start of the day when the big bang rang, from the first moments of life when the sun met the movement. It feels like there's a bomb inside the interior of my system. I cannot stand those calls; I'm getting sick, I can hear them.

Listen to the tick of the timebomb, listen to the tick of the timebomb.

Every minute, every day, I can hear this sound of pain. Each tick brings pleasure, each tick leads to erasure.

Correlated to the world around us, bound to the acts of man. Every alteration of this degradation of mankind. There is no difference at all between your life and a bomb.

Since I discovered mine, I'm helping you get some. Listen to the tick of the timebomb, listen to the tick of the timebomb.

So when the time will fade the pressure on your blade.

On my throat, ready to cut, never try out, never hurt.

The shadow created by the movement operated. Bring the black point on the wall, renewal of the battle. I'll whip the rotten fruit, on the top of your head. I'll refresh your memory, I'll make you wish you were dead. Until we see your picture in the paper as you lay below, look after your back 'cause you'll always see your shadow.