Those hands keep ticking,
like cinderblocks falling.
Look in the mirror,
and see myself calling.

Build it all up
just to see it drowning.
I didn't expect this,
but I knew it was coming.

Not like this.
I can't go back.
So very quick
can it fade to black.

The meaning is out there,
even if it is irrelevant.
Failure is following me,
the world's only constant.

How long does it take,
to stop the sinking feeling.
Not long at all,
just look up at the ceiling.

Let all the regrets
injustice and sadness,
slip down out of the head
and into nothingness.