Not One Is Upright - The Watchmaker Lyrics
Passion, sweat, and bloodWash up on this beach of timeFrom the rites of the temples and the kings to the vile brothels emerge the clockwork faceGrain by grain of sand pass through the hourglass, she shall passShe measures, pacing, pleasure marks the fleeting secondsToe the lineAppetite drives the beastShe is the clockwork's faceRevolve round the thistles and the thorns of this barren earthCoax the rising tideRipples pulse into waves of fury at the earthAnd the beast reignsUntil the King returns