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Aesthetic Perfection

The 11th Hour

Forsake

All emotion

I do it violently

Each day

Time's running away

Our fate

Getting closer

I'm climbing up the walls

Betrayed

Clock's ticking away

Demise

Left to nothing

A casket to call my own

Despised

Lonely and afraid

Our time

Inching forward

The hands creep quietly

Tonight

Waiting for the grave

Time waits for no man

It's closing in on all of us

Don't be impatient

Clock's ticking down for everyone

Time waits for no man

It hunts you down and cuts you up

Don't be impatient

Clock's ticking down for everyone

Time waits for no man

Time waits for no man

Time waits for no man

Waits

For

No

Man