Welcome to the last few moments of our "near-life experience",  That unwilling to yield we struggle to sustain...  But what if all fails? What is our back-up plan to survive?  Another venture to regain in so-called glory    More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns  The demon-clockwork turns    The guilt of wishing an end to this all  Is tightly anchored to our lack of time...  I abhor the seconds - we need extended hours to flee    The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled  The death of present time is near; farewell naivism...  We're waiting for the never to come    More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns  The demon-clockwork turns