Twenty Four Hours

Twenty four hours, split three ways

Because you bought one third, you own everything

Shut off the possibility, and wipe out the imagination

Now the world stands still

I'll take it with me to my grave

Wrap your hands around my neck

Now choke me slowly, but I won't die

I know one thing, and one thing only

Tou are what you learn to need

I'll surround myself with things that look like me

I'll take them with me to my grave