In a place like home burnt to the ground
With a face that's nowhere to be found
All the clocks say three and I reach for the phone
As the blood runs weak in a stasis alone
Told me "always trust"; hold me, relief cuts
With the knife I score into the shell
For the pain I whore; home is hell
All the clocks say death and I dry off my skin
All the clocks say death in the hole I'm in