Clockwork Bed

I laid bare all my charming lies
We played there, tie to another time
We were always ready for the next dive
But this game is straight on a dead end climb
Imagination projecting pictures of the past
My consolation in a handful of seconds
Time won’t sponge clean my anger
Future won’t wipe my tears
Time won’t send me a engel
Lonely soul devoid of love
Shine inside… inside a coated dream
Naked vice in your catching side
I fill the apple, lessen my disease
Seeds of rage will claim the right to cry
Imagination conceived in a silent boredom
From a explosion, my surrender… your survival!
Time won’t sponge clean my anger
Future won’t wipe my tears
Time won’t send me a engel
Lonely soul devoid of love