The room with no clocks A place where time is meaningless And the mind slowly unravels The room with no clocks Madness calls to me First like a lullaby Soft and comforting The room with no clocks I feel a sharp pain in my head The madness is like poisoned honey Drawing me close with its sweetness Then stabbing me like a serrated knife The room with no clocks What time is it? What day is it? What month is it? What year is it? What century is it? The room with no clocks How long have I been trapped in here? Perhaps a few hours A few days A few weeks A few months A few years A few centuries The room with no clocks Wasting into nothing As madness beckons me into its grasp I want to give in I want to give up The room with no clocks And no escape
