You crawl in a corner and sit,
Arms tight and face taut with fear
The room becomes silent and the air becomes chillier
The only thing I can do is take your hand and wait

You're waiting for the awful ticking to stop
Because you know that our time is almost up
And when the reaper comes and takes our souls
I hope you know that you'll never have to fear again

I rub my arms and look at the frightening device
Its arms are moving and it stares back at me,
Almost triumphant as the hand reaches twelve
For our time is up but now there's no one to fear its cold, mechanical face