The clock announced the dead hour
I felt likely to disappear
The candleholder made the flames
Dance and get higher
Our verses are never over, althoug
The end is near

Dead hour
Hear the distant cry
Dead hour
Locked in glass pipes
Dead hour
The toys were watching them
Dead hour
Take care of them, they're dead
...and twelve minutes more

I asked why
They told me to believe
The voice sounded rough and full of hate
"there are laws here, like laws among men
If you do not relieve in heaven,
At least hell you know is real"