Mocking,
Talking,
Stalking Signs.
Ticking,
Tocking,
Stopping clocks.
Burning,
Chruning,
Plugged plugs.
And a man which I can see,
He follows me,
He tells me left,
I go right.
The day is over,
It is always night.
Up is down.
Round this town.
Think not of what they say.
The meaning under it is more.
The Stature of a gold statue,
Is controlling the score.
Fight its light.
Make day from this night.