Unique 3 – Tick Tick Tock Featuring Combat Collins
Words & music by Edzy [published by Funk Labs Music Publishing]

Intro
I go days and days, without saying a word
Trapped, tied and mute, in my own noisy world.
Can't seem to break out, lost the keys long ago,
What's in store? Well I think we all know!

Verse 1
When you're this all alone, just a mirror for fun
There’s nowhere to hide so it's pointless to run.
Introspection, I'm told - that's a healthy pursuit!
But if you hate what's inside, it's like self-self abuse.

Chorus:
Like the one that went before me, am I doomed the same doom?
And will it feel like it feels in this foul fume filled room?
My relationships stronger with every mile in between
For better, not worse, or for so it would seem
I'm still sinking in sorrow I created myself
Mourning glory, no story, just my life on the shelf
So I've sat and I've stood, I've knelt on one knee
Think I've got the wrong God; no one comes to help me

Verse 2
Oh, I've pounded and paced, walked a straight line
Thanks a lot! Think I've wasted my time
Those drum beats once lifted, pound like hammers on wood
Nail by nail, seal my fate, not for now .... But for good!

Chorus:
Like the one that went before me, am I doomed the same doom?
And will it feel like it feels in this foul fume filled room?
My relationships stronger with every mile in between
For better not worse, or for so it would seem
I'm still sinking in sorrow I created myself
Mourning glory, no story, just my life on the shelf
So I've sat and I've stood and I've knelt on one knee
Think I've got the wrong God, no one comes to help me
No one comes to help me ….

Verse 3
I reach for my glasses, to see better the gloom
As I pace, plod and tread the worn floor of this room
But don't tell them I'm ill 'cos they'll lock me up!
Then what happens when I'm better? Well, bad luck?!
Well, bad luck?!

Chorus:
Like the one that went before me, am I doomed the same doom?
And will it feel like it feels in this foul fume filled room?
My relationships stronger with every mile in between
For better not worse, or for so it would seem
I'm still sinking in sorrow I created myself
Mourning glory, no story, just my life on the shelf
So I've sat and I've stood and I've knelt on one knee
Think I've got the wrong God, no one comes to help me
No one comes to help me ….

Verse 4
We're taught early on, he eventually wins
Tick, tick, tock: He just never gives in
When the smoke from my pyre wisps away, doesn't choke
And the son's of my sons have but poems I wrote
No pictures, no carving and no bust in relief
Only feint distant words, some old box I bequeath
And if one should but glimpse, find a message therein
All my days scratching words are the days,
that I win.