THERE IS TIME TO HATE
WATCHES TIIIIIIIICK AND TICK AND TICK
I'M BARELY BOTHERED: NO, I RELISH IT
I LOVE IT; I LOVE THE TICK
BUT THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT
THIS IS THE TIME FOR A MAJOR SPAT
A FOOLISH RAGE BURNS IN THEIR HEARTS
THEY'RE INNOCENT IN THEIR REMARKS
OR THEY BELIEVE IT SO. I DON'T BELIEVE THEM, THOUGH
THEIR WATCHES TIIIIIIIICK AND TICK AND TICK
AND THEIR COUNTENANCES MATCH THE RHYTHM OF IT
THEIR BEARDS SCULPT OUT THE NUMBERS
SEPARATED EVERY FIVE,
DESPERATELY ALIVE,
DESPERATE TO REMIND OF THE LIVES THEY LIVE UP HIGH
BUT I'VE READ THEIR FACES ENOUGH,
TO KNOW THEY'RE NOT MADE OF THE TICKING STUFF
THEY MIGHT SHOW IT ON THEIR FACES,
BUT THEIR MINDS FROM PUTTY IN STASIS
ARE FORMED TO HATE ME,
FORMED TO NOT THINK OF ME
FORMED WITHOUT FORETHOUGHT
WITHOUT KNOWING THEY'D BE SAUGHT
FOR THEIR WATCHES THAT TIIIIIIIICK AND TICK AND TICK
FOR THEIR FACES OF BEARDS GROWN MUCH TOO THICK
FOR I AM THE WATCHMAKER
AND IT'S THE TICKING THAT I COMMIT
TO FIXING UP THE HANDS THAT HIT
SEPARATED BY FIVE
WHILE I STRUGGLE TO STAY
DESPERATELY ALIVE
WHILE THEY STRUGGLE TO BURY ME
REJECTED AND DEPRIVED
BUT I'M BARELY BOTHERED: NO, I RELISH IT
I LOVE THE CLOTH WE'RE CUT FROM
THE FOLDS IN THE PLAIN FACES OF
THOSE CUT FROM THE STUFF
THOSE WHO URGE TO BE TOUGH
ON THE LIKES OF ME
FOR I AM THE WATCHMAKER
FORMED FROM HATE
FOR I AM THEIR SAVIOR
FOUR, FIVE; SIX, EIGHT
THEIR FACES FIXED
BUT THEIR FACES TWIST
TO CONVEY A FOOLISH RAGE
IN THE BODIES THAT NEVER AGE
BORNE FROM CRYO-STASIS
"BUT WHAT OF WHAT THE STATE SAYS?"
MY VOICE MATTERS LESS
FOR I AM THE WATCHMAKER
AND THIS IS THEIR TIME TO HATE
MY SERVICES, THEY GLEEFULLY RATE
MY SERVICE, THEY GLEEFULLY TAKE
MY SERVILE, FORMED BRAIN
PUTTY TO MAKE ME LAME
PUTTY FORMED BY THE STATE
BUT I'M BARELY BOTHERED; NO, REALLY, I RELISH IT
I LOVE THE FOOL THAT FINDS ME
I LOVE THE FACE THEY WEAR
"I DON'T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT, I SWEAR,
YOUR WATCH I'LL WATCH UNDER MY CARE."
WATCHING THE TIIIIIIIICK AND TICK AND TICK
OF A BEWILDERED, IVORY STARE
OF A NOTE TO SELF FOR LATER
I LOVE IT; I LOVE THE TICK
BUT THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT
THIS IS THE TIME FOR A MAJOR SPAT
A FOOLISH RAGE IN COLD CAVITIES
REMIND ME WHERE THEY'RE SAT
HIGHER THAN I BUT JUST WITHIN REACH
OF THE WATCHMAKER (THAT WHO IS ME)
DESPERATELY ALIVE
DESPERATE TO TRY
TO FEEL THE FUR ON THEIR FACES
AND RIP OFF THE SEVENS AND EIGHTS
AND BECOME THE HANDS THAT HIT
‘TILL THEY SCREAM "SIX, SIX, SIX!"
BUT REALITY SEES ME SUBMIT
FORMED SERVILE, I AM NOT WITH
THOSE WHO WILL LEAD THE SPAT
THOSE WHO WILL ATTACK
FOR I AM JUST THE WATCHMAKER
AND ALL I AM IS THAT.
THERE IS TIME TO HATE
BUT FORGIVE ME
FOR I WILL BE SURELY LATE.