House of Clocks - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

«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