Four billion years ago
A girl was just starting to grow
Gathering pieces of this and that
Quilting herself a full [?]

She could have never, ever known
We'd over reap what she'd shown
Now she's taking it back
She's kicking us off her lap

It'll never be over girl

[?] speaks louder than words
She's the only constant you've ever known
Grumpy for [?] [?] for the digital [?] [?] got bored, you needed some company
Because an empty playhouse is no place you want to be
At first it was a bomb, she made room for one and all
She was finally entertained
But at her expense, and it opened the door to pain

The quiver to the bomb
Tick, tick, tock
The quiver to the bomb
Tick, tick, tock
The quiver to the bomb
Tick, tick, tock
The quiver to the bomb
Tick, tick, tock
The quiver to the bomb
Tick, tick, tock
The quiver to the bomb
Tick, tick, tock