Twenty Four Hours

Twenty four hours, split three ways
Because you bought one third, you own everything
Shut off the possibility, and wipe out the imagination
Now the world stands still
I'll take it with me to my grave
Wrap your hands around my neck
Now choke me slowly, but I won't die
I know one thing, and one thing only
Tou are what you learn to need
I'll surround myself with things that look like me
I'll take them with me to my grave