Lyrics House of Clocks - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

House of Clocks

«I suppose you collect clocks, don’t you?»
«They're just like children to me.»
Sung:
The premise, basically:
A modern tragedy
Disdained senility
Gore-tempered novelty
An inability
For cold reality
The clocks are the main thing
And they’ll start reversing
The clocks are the main thing
And they’ll start reversing
And then the dead are getting up
The servant ends up dead
Just like the newlyweds
Somewhat unwarranted
Nails driven in their heads
Enter the spirited
Punks with their egos fed
The clocks are the main thing
And they’ll start reversing
The clocks are the main thing
And they’ll start reversing
And then the dead are getting up
They expedite the plan
The gardener kills the gran
Then Punk One kills the man
That’s when it all began
They should have watched the hands
They couldn’t understand
The clocks are the main thing
And they’ll start reversing
The clocks are the main thing
And they’ll start reversing
You’d think that they would have had enough