tic tic tic go fingerless hands through the asylum insanity clicks thought silence sole stolen by circled numbered madness tic tic tic half sleeping solemnly on the padded floor of this padded palace where lopsided clocks keep constant track of the restless night tic tic tic only interrupted by inanimate intercommed voices that call forebodingly from speakers over outdated clocks on confinements walls tic tic tic again the clocks incessant clicking a raving repeating reminder of a life long lost in infinate monotany tic tic tic the endless tick of eternity filling and filling my emptiness chilling hands count seconds and years tic tic tic still screaming its silent madness as I tell this tortured tale a white haired, warehoused, lunatic tic tic