"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid.'' Copyright Β© 2025 Lamefroid. All rights reserved. He measures the dead in pine and brass Nails the last lid with a steady hand Cuckoo clock calls from the shadowed wall Every hour on the hour, without demand Woodpecker drills the old oak outside Tok tok tok through the garden gray He nods along, keeps perfect time Another soul boxed and sent away Piano keys wait under dust and bone Metronome swings its cold metal heart Chessboard empty, but he still plays Knight to queen, pawn falls apart Tok tok tok β the pieces speak The pendulum marks the narrow breath He counts the hours like coffins stacked Each one closer to his own death Tok tok tok! The rhythm never breaks Clock and beak and hammer and ache Tok tok tok! Counting down the day Nails in wood, heart in decay Tok tok tok! β¦ till the last one falls Then silence answers, no echo at all One afternoon the light turns thin A knock comes sharp against the door Not the bird, not the clock, not the key A visitor whoβs come before He rises slow, hand on the latch Opens wide to the empty hall The final tok hangs in the air Then nothing β nothing at all Tok tok tok! Tok tok tok! Tok! Silence swallows the room whole The cuckoo stays mute, the pendulum still No more nails, no more games to kill Just the box he built waiting in the hall And the man who kept timeβ¦ no time left at all
