THIS IS ALL GOING TO BE GONE

The sound a clock makes Corrode collapse combust Grinding my teeth to dust So close to the goalpost And I'm running out of breath Thinking myself to death Quit or commit to the bit Hide or be crucified The creaking of the doors and the woodwork in the floors I am not safe No good on either side When was the last time that you cried without the comfort of a song? This is all going to be gone