Clockwork - Angelus Apatrida

For those who thought despitefully

Even with a false appearance

Even if their hands were clean

For all of them I manifest I swear

In my world you’re not a welcome guest

Time has you, you’d been sinking in quicksand

You were dead before your mother gave birth

I condemn you to roam around these words

Solo: David G. Álvarez

For the ones who didn’t trust me

Even if they said they did

Even if they’re empty-handed

For all my rage I’ll kick their ass I swear

In your world I am the god who pulls strings

Time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes

You have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork

Absolutely shattered turned into a relic

Can’t collect the black ashes of scorn

Blown away you’re

Nothing you’re all doomed

By the gears of the clockwork

Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo + David G. Álvarez

Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo

Solo: David G. Álvarez

Infecting with the plague

Stinking up the atmosphere

Filthy trick to play the game

The golden rule is sentenced to death

I say

Kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see

Shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I’ll rip your skin off

That’s what you deserve for the years you laughed at me

Now I own your soul spinning as it bleeds