Mix me with water and
I'll penetrate rock,
Give me some rust and
I'll erode away locks,
Give me a bell I'll
change the worth of your stocks,
And if you look over your shoulder
You'll see it's me stalking you.
I don't have a mouth but
I don't need to talk 'cause
You'll know my voice by the
Ticks of a clock.
I've turned to dust pharoahs and kings
Pressure and I create diamonds for rings,
When I started running you started dying,
And given enough of me you'll know,
You don't know a thing.