Tick tock, tick tock, time is nothing

Time is nothing its just a matter of tick tock
confusing a new generation inside a transparent sock
when one is lost in a space of no return turning into an obsolet stock

Broken into different figures of nothing
its seconds you realize you still something
or nothing that turns into a flash of bling and bling

There you go again counting meaningless`
steps, paces faces and laces fearless`
slipping into a broken minute of stress

When you get to a point of realizing that even a broken watch
has the right time twice a day its time you march
to an instance of contigency and superior match

Tick tock, tick tock, time is nothing…