Spinning Back The Clocks

That knife, slipping flee [?]
That knife, slipping flee [?]
Sweet dreams my dear little child

I burn for touching a bead of your own mass
You will be gone now forever
Try to sleep one more time

A spirit light comes through
Silent bringer of death
The cover breezed right open
Come to steal the cash [?]
Washed his blade over the kill
(Here comes the light)
Furious desertion _______



Credits
Writer(s): Anders Nystrom
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