close, face to face burn the clocks in your eyes
now time is panning out as panic, washed away your face
i bet you liked it
now i bet you love the smell of this vacant room
you fucking shit
my eyes are glazing
my bodies lost all feeling
do you like the sun? (do you like the sun?)
cause i'm not sure, i'm not sure
and where are your plans for life?
(where are your plans for life?)
cause i'm not sure
i'm not so fucking sure you'll get to see the sun once again with clocks in your eyes (eyes)
your screams won't save you now your under hell with the rope round your neck
ready the soul, ready the soul, ready the soul
the clocks are ready

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