I sit and listen to the wind and cross my mind's private dust the past has new faces for love runs out of fuel there's no remaining traces at 13 O'Clock Tic Toc A silken voiced stranger has |
©Salvador Dali |
Women are against men with weapons of sin
she turns to undress, for many gave in
he knows he'll bleed through this mortal tale
it's always the same, we are destined to fail
I conceived the destiny, my pain labored to achieve
I've used the fake bliss death fought to free
life isn't joyous at 13 O'Clock Tic Toc
Pull me close, I have no fear
no worries, no doubts when I am this near
Life is what happens, we forget how to die
if only to see the tears I won't cry
Why speak to me of morality's daughter
my soul's gone pale on this silent water
it tears me apart at 13 O'Clock Tic Toc
will it always be 13 O'Clock Tic Toc