9:20 and You can't Shed Tears for the Dead

9:20
and you can't shed tears for the dead
and I'm holding onto nothing
but this deathclock
winding
tick tocking away the minutes
a death watch.

(spiraling down)

And
it's 9:18 two minutes before the music stops
and I've learned to
numb myself to this pain like ice
(my skin is paperthin)

Tick tock
the deathclock drones.

And the clock stopped at 9:20
when my heart died

and when it stopped beating
in sync with the clock
I died. (breathless)

I've found out that its

9:20
and you can't shed tears for the dead.