Clockworks 歌词

Mechanistic morality and pride As the pointer strikes me all abide Moulded, framed and persecuted By the shadow of the pendulum Finest copper to encase the cogwheels We are the ghosts of this machinery Heave and struggle to bend the range of hours In the workroom of the watchmaker Strict obedience and conformation By the motion of the ticking God By the code of horology Repetitive frames are designed Through the gap of the formula Overhear the final chime Doomsday clockworks ringing out the time The inconsistent reveals the hidden numbers To change the rhythm of the pendulum Spin the wheel for seven hundred thousand hours We throw our moments to the bottom half By the code of horology Repetitive frames are designed Through the gap of the formula Overhear the final chime Doomsday clockworks ringing out the time