• I have a secret corner
    In a darkened little box
    And in that secret corner
    Is a piano and a clock

    The clock is rather backwards
    For the hands are all reversed
    And all the numbers, one through twelve,
    Are unevenly dispersed

    Beneath the clock a piano rests
    Prepared to steal my soul
    For when the keys begin to sing
    I am captured by the pull

    My fingers ceaselessly dance
    Across the ivory row
    And I release my secret life
    Through my wicked song of woe

    My clock is forever ticking
    Like the notes within the noise
    Counting away every union
    That my piano song destroys

    For my piano is an evil toy
    That I never should have found
    As I lose another piece of me
    With each quiet little sound