Not One Is Upright - The Watchmaker lyrics

rate me

Passion, sweat, and blood

Wash up on this beach of time

From the rites of the temples and the kings to the vile brothels emerge the clockwork face

Grain by grain of sand pass through the hourglass, she shall pass

She measures, pacing, pleasure marks the fleeting seconds

Toe the line

Appetite drives the beast

She is the clockwork's face

Revolve round the thistles and the thorns of this barren earth

Coax the rising tide

Ripples pulse into waves of fury at the earth

And the beast reigns

Until the King returns