Cleaning Your Clock at the Watchtower

Make a mistake in someone's home

They'll fill you with insecticides

Till your insides start to glow

And through your walls, they'll come at night

Soon delirium works full time

As your brain penetrates the paint

It's like seeing through a fly's eyes

You linger between two realms till you faint

(Again & Again…)

What a convenient cold dish, this revenge

I'm stuck inside this Kafka parody, till the end

Up ahead the silhouettes read my damaged mind

They suck out all the prophecies through a hole in my spine

The most malicious never show themselves

They'll poke, prod and ride you to a place beyond hell

In a vessel made up of your nerve-damaged nightmares

Price to pay as the gift, sacrificial snare

Cleaning your clock at the Watchtower