Clock Cleaner Songtext
von Yautja

Pure pain heals me
Disdain reels me
Into its teeth
Released empty

Violent quandary
Impales slowly
Claim to be chained
To destiny

Feel good?
Blasphemy
Mistakes
Infamy
The sand
Filtering
Life like?
Dead to me


Built up
Altering
Mind warped
Faltering
Torn down
Instantly
Freedom
Withering

Wounds can heal and ruins can be rebuilt
But there′s no way to remedy the death of time
No sorcery or science to turn back the hours, minutes and seconds
Time is the construct and time is the master
An indifferent, unstoppable abomination

Time lost
Worthless
Not safe from this

Strangulate today
Dimensional regret
Tomorrow is a spear
Piercing through your neck