You are powerless
Maybe luckless
You can't even struggle
In front of me
No need to steel yourself for it
Coz the end will come
When you finish your last breath
When I stop time
This world is mine
Everything will freeze for me
Till I make it tick down again
Count up, this world is my own
Count down, for your destruction
There is no way out
In the knives, reflections of your face
Claim your time!
It shines sharply
Can bag you fleetly
Your provocation is your last words
You will burn into it as you meet my gaze
You are just like a picture in black and white
In every moment I control
Till I make it tick down again
Tick down again
Count up, this world is my own
Count down, for your destruction
There is no way out
In the knives, reflections of your face
I claim
You are powerless
Maybe luckless
You can't even struggle
In front of me
This blink I can control
Till it ticks down again
Count up, this world is my own
Count down, for your destruction
There is no way out
In the knives, reflections of your face
Claim your time!
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