Sloth Trot

This clock keeps going I tried all night to find a smart way to mute it out But my feet were awake Or [?] sunbed try held fast don't scream or shout And my arms keep slipping And time's still ticking enough to send hearts all over that cliff So what place is this? Not sure I fit I chose too quick More miss than hit I have never found Something I believe Spent my days on the never know Waiting on the key Oh my godfather's or rather start then sacrifice the dough [?] So I'm thinking slow I'm thinking slow I'm thinking slow I'm thinking slow And I can't see, breathe, chase steps, move left, make moves I want to please, please And this tube stop life I can't keep up, pack bags, look man I have to leave, leave I don't know, I get caught out quick, it makes me feel sick, how is, hold on it's all of me Is this all there is? Not sure I see Some come out clear But then there's me, see?