Plan to fail (Tick tock, tick tock)
As time runs round the clock
All entail (Take stock in shock)
The way the sands still mock
It’s no use (run round, run round)
The clock face shifts always
No excuse (With awe, astound)
The way you pass your days
It passes all (No choice, no chance)
Be you king or kid, succumb
A grasp to life is meaningless
No matter where you’re from
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