is ending and yet our skin clockso many regrets so many...tears falling on the blood... going on and onbasement of darkness...if you only knew the story...through the agesthis thing we call timegoing on and onthe old old story...an endless clock is ending through the agesthe endless cycle what is this thinglong ago in a little home...a floor covered in regret... it was a home of terror...and yet our skin clockthis thing we call timetorn clothes and bruised lips...an endless clock a small child was crying...what is this thingthe endless cycle hidden chains in the walls...