We live a clockwork life
And Saturn thinks clocks are wise
We spin on clockwork time
But she is counter to it
Second from the sun
Uninhabitable
Yeah she is the son
Rising in the west

I long for those long days
Here is only tall tales
She twirls retrograde
And no one posts her bail

Top of the pyramid
Are the tiny shiny kids
They take all our bids
Yeah they’re friends of Lucifer
Seconds from the bomb
They invented time and talk
Thinks she is the bomb
Rising in the west

I long for those long days
Here the horses are pale
She spins retrograde
She’s my nightingale

We live a clockwork life
And we think clocks are wise
We spin on clockwork time
But she is counter to it
Second from the sun
She flipped upside down
Waiting for another son
To rise in the east

I long for those long days
Here is only blood and nails
She twirls retrograde
She’s my blackest veil