The hours as they pass
Almost fruitless in there struggle
What race do they try to win?
Monotonous
But still the seconds tick by
The monotonous tock
Of the ancient clock
It's almost an heirloom of the house
Monotonous
Nobody can seem to get rid of it
Lest they want to see the light of day
Time is like that
We don't want it
Don't need it
Not really
But it's still there
Monotonous
The swing of the hands
The black of the numbers
There can be no relief
From time...
Monotonous
So Carpe Diem, while you can
For Time's scythe will come
To get you,
The monotonous part of life
That everyone must go through
The last step before another beginning
Monotonous
Quiet...
Listen...
It can hear you...
It's coming to get you...
Theres no escape...
~Monotonous~
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