The clock on the wall the only face of truth
Stoke the fire, hide what remains
No more lies a crime of passion
Bloodstained smiles the violence now silence alas
Muffled cries resemble once moans of lust
The clock on the wall the only face of truth
Stoke the fire, hide what remains
No more lies a crime of passion
Bloodstained smiles the violence now silence alas
Muffled cries resemble once moans of lust