Time moves like SpidersnOver the face of the clocknTime's forward violencenEating away at the heartnnAnother hour's pastnThey never seem to lastnAnother day goes bynNo matter how I trynI've come to hate all clocksnHow every second knocksnI wish I could reversenThis quaint arachnid hearsennI can't stand the spidersnI can't bare their crawlnnThe clock is tickingn'Til the point of no returnnIt'll keep on tickingn'Til the day you crash and burnnnTime's web of severancenWhere all remain until darknHeads facing backwardsnLike marionettes on a stalk