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Clock Hands

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How could you take her away from us?
My whispers barely pierce the dust.
A calendar filled with empty promises, forever to dwell,
endlessly repeating, I remember this only too well:

Our own flesh and blood
has turned on us again.
That cursèd beast liked the taste of us
so well he's been

licking his chops for the rest of you, laying in wait;
looming in every photo from your wedding day -
ironic smile; poisonous prayer;
skyscraper’s shadow o'er groom and his heir.

What wrong did they commit?
Veneration this life couldn't permit?
A motherless son, just three years of age;
a motherless son, he is only a child.

Condemned to half the childhood I've known,
for what?
Her husband living their dream alone,
For what?

What's the use? While I sing, I'll hang your picture on my wall -
My bitter reminder of how I'll always love you.
 
If I could only craft more with these wasted clock hands,
I would repair yours with my sprockets and gears;
to stop the sand from running through their fingers,
I would gift you my years;
I would paint you in minutes;
I would wrap you in hours.
If I could strip the age from my bones
and pay back the eras I've spurned,
I would keep you here;
I would lock you in.
But I can't
and you won't
'Cause all I have are words - just 6th form prose -
(foolish) thinking I could change the world.
'Cause my words are whispers,
they barely pierce the dust.
They can't keep you here;
won’t lock you in.
I just watch you wind down,
my beautiful one.
I would paint you in minutes;
I would wrap you in hours.

Drape my soul in every sin,
flog me for everything she could have been.
Take me away, leave her in my place,
strike out my name and then black out my face.
Erase my past, paint her in minutes and
wrap her in my hours.

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from Clock Hands, released July 19, 2013

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Hands Of A Saviour London, UK

Machine-gun vocals, dissonant grooves and heavy, technical metalcore from North London, England.

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