[Beyrodt / Cooper]

He awakes, lying on a table
Bright lights, burning my eyes
Staring face, of a man in a dark cloud
Informing me of the ever profound

I asked, the question
His voice confirms
What happened before ?

Who knows, who lies
Who knows that I am still alive ?

Two to sin, and one to die
This is where the problem lies
The cycle of the hands,
On the clock will circle two more times
( Despite a plea of grand )