(Chorus)
And I can hear the time ticking away /
And I'm picking my brains as I figure my fate /
To try win at a game we all lose though /
We all lose though //

(JND)
I can hear the time tickin', but I don't wanna listen now /
Or sit around as the sand grains trickle down /
See the glass break, spill 'em out /
And what's your life worth? A lot more than this amount /

Don't wanna cross swords with pop sorts with big accounts /
No beats with the Jigga bounce, dig a different sound /
Keep it underground; Vin Diesel prison bound /
And build my vision out of anything my little town has offered me /

Be it success or loss, at least I haven't given up on what I wanna see /
I know tomorrow's not promised, and we shouldn't forget that /
Still forgive those who trespass on your fresh patch /

Do what you can in the time that you get, that's /
Something I'll stress as more important to heads that /
Bumped boom bap, probably listened to Chess' raps /
Coz they might understand where my heads at //

(Chorus)
And I can hear the time ticking away /
And I'm picking my brains as I figure my fate /
To try win at a game we all lose though /
We all lose though //

(ExP)
Bin fightin' a losin' battle with the clock since day one/
But sleep under the same moon, wake under the same sun/
Pace myself but someone needs to find/
Something to stop my cells replacing one another with a weaker type/
...Can never achieve a peaceful mind/
Knowing that my consciousness is to cease and die/
I don't get any comfort knowing I coulda bin a meteorite/
And could go on to become part of a genius or a piece of pie/
Please define, my state of being, my eyes were made for seeing/
My lungs were made for breathing, my brain was made for me and I hate to waste an eon/
Waiting for a reason to make myself believe in the afterlife/
Like I should sacrifice my wants and needs/
My appetite for songs and beats/
And graft till night for the constant greed/
Of some Godless thief and stress about it till I've lost my sleep/
I just want to dream!/
it's a nonsense scheme/
Last century the whole working to live thing served for a purpose/
But I've researched it it's worthless/
We were basic and were herded to churches to be told without worship you'll worsen/
But writing verse is my service/
My home and family is where and who I prefer to do work with/
Until the day I'm murdered by the clockwork turning and burned in a furnace//

(Chorus)
And I can hear the time ticking away /
And I'm picking my brains as I figure my fate /
To try win at a game we all lose though /
We all lose though //

(Addverse)
And with each day the plot thickens, there's no escape from the clock ticking, and time takes from what's given/
As I find my way, living like life is infinite when really it's as finite as twilight twinkling,/
every thing that lives has to die,
times dwindling,
Light waves vibrate
and cycles begin again,/
Till the day comes where your minds in oblivion,
Some say with Christ, others say we die ignorant,/
Every now and then we get an Einstein flippin it,
Darwin took life and design on a different tip,/
A little chance given time now were killing it, 6 days divine on the 7th try chill a bit,/
We're just little blip, blind to the bigger picture passing us by as we're still tryna figure,/
With kaleidoscope eyes
what and why we now think it is, innocently playing I spy like some little kids//

(Outro)
And I can hear the time ticking away /
As I figure my fate /
We all lose though /
And I can hear the time ticking away /
To try win at a game /
We all lose though //