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