Save The Clock Tower - Kensington Ave

A wasted life, now excelled in itself
With a blade silver and chrome
he asked me to come and look inside his bones
This room has a floor in which he can't touch
The ropes hang to keep us awake
and creep at night to keep us alive
He said they creep at night to keep him alive
With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw
With a breath he spilled onto the floor
I let him scour the walls
his body an empty shell longing for that destined demon
His gums hurt from gnawing on the ball
I wish he would climb back from the floor
don't feel alright anymore
All this flailing has made you weary
A new wound for the flies gathering in admiration
I keep my screams behind the gag
he keeps his breath in a glad bag
With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw
With a breath he spilled onto the floor
I let him scour the walls
his body an empty shell longing for that destined demon
This isn't how he hoped his life would turn out
watching his body turn to dust
This isn't how he hoped his life would turn out
watching his veins begin to rust
The camera captures his motion perfectly
The knot he wears around his wrist so elegantly
Face deep in the earth, far enough to meet his maker
become his life taker