The Death of a Digital Alarm Clock
THE DEATH OF A DIGITAL ALARM CLOCK!

We were open to suggestions
And you were closed
And I am the arrow in my eye

Up the rainbow
Remember the storm you were
And I am the arrow in my eye

Dissect your palms
Shooting stars like a moth in flames

Like an itch I shouldn't be itching
Everything just seems so tempting
But the apple is still unbitten
Right behind me evil is pushing

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

Can you wanna tick tock, tick tock, tick tock