The Clock
Tick Tock Tick Tock the clock is slow Tick Tock Tick Tock
Tick Tock awaiting what I know is on its way Tick Tock Everything is exactly how it is perceived. The little white room is just how it should be. Very small, very white, the little two-way mirror on the wall where you are sure someone is watching from the other side. The interrogation .
Tell me exactly what happened. Were you alone? Why were you alone? Where were you before you walked home? Why did you walk home by yourself? Why didn't you call for a ride? What time was it? Who did this to you? Was it one person? Were they white? Describe them for me please. Please tell me again exactly what happened from the time you left the Depot, to the time you arrived home. Where did it happen? Explain the events of what happened.
Tick Tock Tick Tock the clock is really slow Tick Tock Tick Tock
Tick Tick Tock now waiting for their return Tick Tick Tock Tock Everything is exactly how it is perceived. The two men in their uniforms. They are short, bald, they look like they have had a few too many doughnuts in their career, their little purple notebook. You know someone will be reading and picking it apart. The interrogation .
What were you wearing? How long were you with the two men? What time exactly did you arrive at home? Did you talk to anyone that night? Did you tell your mom? Why didn't you tell anyone? What if they are still out there? Don't you want to protect other people? Why didn't you go to the doctor? Please tell me again exactly what happened. Why didn't you.
I didn't hear their last few questions. I knew what had happened. I didn't need to fully describe the events again and again. I had been hurt. I didn't know some of the answers to their questions. I stumbled,
Tick Tick Tick Tock Tock IT IS DONE Tick Tick Tick Tock Tock