an endless clock is ending basement of darkness...it was a home of terror...and yet our skin clockthrough the agesgoing on and onthe old old story...through the agesso many regrets so many...the endless cycle tears falling on the blood... this thing we call timeif you only knew the story...what is this thinga small child was crying...long ago in a little home...an endless clock is ending going on and onwhat is this thinghidden chains in the walls...this thing we call timetorn clothes and bruised lips...and yet our skin clockthe endless cycle a floor covered in regret...