This rope on the body crying, dying into sequence, thick.
Tik-tok time has a witness, truth will eat the needless Nile.
Time is a rope on treehouse, could you feed the weakness in,
Tick-tock time has a witness, waiting my own deathbed, dig.
I am nothing, cold and tired of seeing, I am nothing.
Open up all inside, get wise then get high.
Coldest nothing inside, you’ll see what you find.