Oh clockwork child with inkwell eyes that penned mens doubts in promised lies and watched as all that's born now dies for nothing more than greed
Oh clockwork child with parchment hands that mapped the hearts of war torn lands and bleached the blood stained foreign sands where children came to bleed
Oh clockwork child with torn page skin that kept the scores of all mens sin of wars they lost they could not win as if they gave a ****
Oh clockwork child with gilt edged breath who's whispers were the screams of death that Rose the corpses from the depths to herald the end of man