Just what makes you tick, she said
Oh, just this time-bomb in my head
Waiting for the sword to drop
Praying for the noise to stop
The rushing in my ears so loud
The deadly bruit of the crowd
The seconds tick by twice as fast
Knowing each could be your last
It makes no difference to know anything about yourself
Oh it’s always going to be
It makes no odds to push against the continental shelf
Of such enormous certainty
I walk about on glass and pins
I feel the shake as it begins
Then consequence seems awfully small
Embrace the scream, destroy it all
