歌词
Tick-tock, hurry
Hum your hymns
That help you in your mortality
To take it on the chin
However late the curfew
Dust takes you in
But songs survive on, survive you
So long as someone sings
Followers follow
You to your grave
Ill tidings for the writings you hallow
The legacy you crave
There'll come an era
When our speck of dust
And all other specks of matter
Will die in voids of frost