Clock says start
Sirens in the distance, no attention spared
Three voices split into thousand likes
No words being really heard
Like my whispering to the mics
Only an echo to the well of silence
Cup of care for all the thoughts
All we want is obedience
Unlike my whispering of lives
They stack up to four or five
Home is where the home is
Three roads meet once every two moons
Not knowing where to go, yikes
I might be running out of times
Of our ever so slight lives
Last few lines to go, moons up
Suns down and nothing to see
Stars be out and cups empty
Im sai
Clock says stop
