t's eleven fifty-nine
It's the story of my life and everything that could change in it
It's eleven fifty-nine
It's the minute I could die and be lost to the end
-God save me!
The clock counts down to my demise
Each faucet drip pierces my ears and swells my eyes
With tears I feel one now it burns as it runs down my face
I want to save myself but now I fear it's far too late
Fate hides outside
Worries run through my mind
What will I find, what will I find?
Under your medals, uniforms, and mini model Ts
A dirty secret that you never wanted us to see

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