Welcome to the last few moments of our "near-life experience", that unwilling to yield we struggle to sustain... 
But what if all fails? 
What is our back-up plan to survive? 
Another venture to regain in so-called glory 
More I feel, more 
I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns 
The demon-clockwork turns 
The guilt of wishing an end to this all is tightly anchored to our lack of time... 
I abhor the seconds - we need extended hours to flee 
The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled 
The death of present time is near; farewell naivism... 
We're waiting for the never to come 
More I feel, more 
I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns 
The demon-clockwork turns