Ocean, ocean...

We feel like clocks,
and we feel like clocks,
we feel like clocks,
and we feel like clocks,
Clocks are broken
and fallen to a deep ocean.
Blackened ocean,
blackened ocean,
like nothing here,
you endure,
like gold or metal
if only the clocks were build with metal,
they will no stand in peaces in the deeper floor
and we feel like anything there
and take all the gas
now it will perfume my limbs
right fucking now.