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I'm locked in a boxWith a window and a clockSometimes I can't sleepI watch the second hand feedingTime is ticking, tickingAnd the flowers are dripping, drippingI am awake and I cannot sleepAll hail to the madmanGreat murderer, great AryanTake all that you needTake my life, my song, my breedFires are burning, burningMy people are yearning, yearningI'm locked away to defy and dieInstrumentalI'm locked in a boxWith a window and a clockSometimes I can't sleepI watch the second hand feedingTime is getting colderAnd I'm getting older, olderWhere is the face that I knew beforeI am awake and I cannot sleep From Letras Mania