Between the Clock and the Bed

[Verse 1]
I’m well aware of happiness
And what it takes to get to it
But the simple struggle of survival
Transforms itself into betrayal

[Chorus]
Between the clock and the bed
There’s only space and hell
Waiting for the transportation
Between the clock and the bed
Shapes move inside my head
Colliding with shared desperation

[Verse 2]
Yes I’m as guilty as the rest
A man of little consequence
Unable of forgiving himself
Still building the bypass in my head

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hatred and failure go perfectly together
Like the quick and the sand beautiful and damned
I live through these moments again and again
Repeated images of enemies and friends