I'm locked in a box   With a window and a clock   Sometimes I can't sleep   I watch the second hand feeding      Time is ticking, ticking   And the flowers are dripping, dripping   I am awake and I cannot sleep      All hail to the madman   Great murderer, great Aryan   Take all that you need   Take my life, my song, my breed      Fires are burning, burning   My people are yearning, yearning   Down I'm locked away to defy and die      I'm locked in a box   With a window and a clock   Sometimes I can't sleep   I watch the second hand feeding      Time is getting colder   And I'm getting older, older   Where is the face that I knew before      I am awake and I cannot sleep