Every passing hour brings death
Drags the solar system with it
Every 43 [?] hour
With enough the time is sour
It's time, it's time you cave in
With no, with no, with nothing in your face

It's the truth that sparks man's core
Never sinking to the bottom yet

[?] sirens [?] murders
Stings and nurtures flowers of grace
Walking 43 with strangers
With enough the path gets darker
It's time, it's time you cave in
With no, with no, with nothing in your face

Clear words are born to strike
The very heart that feeds this ground
It's the truth that binds them down
Never floating straight again

Put a metal paper clip
That binds the insides of their heads
Cover up the mess you made
By burning up the scented [?]
Husbands lie and beaters cheat
Yet you amount to worse you creep
Every rose will have its thorn
Yeah we all know what you're made of
We all know
What you're made of
We all know
What you're made of, made of

Clear words are born to strike
The very heart that feeds this ground
It's the truth that binds them down
Never floating straight again