in and out tick tick tick tick out of breath the clock does not stop ticking like a wound on the side of my mouth if doesn't heal and there's nothing we can do for the city still sorrounds us a great trap we're under a great one bow down to your kings time goes by and the clock ticks i tick i exist but now we fell into our own trap i'm sorry but someday the prey comes back and it bite "every damn thing rationed and not ine promise kept the guy was right we're under a gestapo" (john braine)