The clock is bleeding minutes past the second hour of flight

A heavy crown for the phantom king reigning in the night

Through the valley of the velvet where the hungry spirits play

I am the creature that the dawn will never wash away

Two A.M. is a jagged edge cutting through the floor

The scent of gin and cheap perfume spilling out the door

We gather in the basement where the truth is kept in chains

Watching shadows trade their secrets for a numbness in the veins

Bodies moving like a river thick with mercury and gold

Every promise made in darkness is a story bought and sold

Behind the heavy curtains where the silver mirrors shine

The beast is waking up to claim what’s left of the divine

The clock is bleeding minutes past the second hour of flight

A heavy crown for the phantom king reigning in the night

Through the valley of the velvet where the hungry spirits play

I am the creature that the dawn will never wash away

High above the pavement in a box of stone and glass

The city looks like embers as the silent moments pass

Tangled on the linen where the ghosts of strangers lie

Beneath the pale fluorescent glow of an artificial sky

The skin is cold as marble in the glow of the machine

Trapped inside a photograph of a life I’ve never seen

The door is locked forever but the keys are in the street

The beast is walking steady on its wounded weary feet

The clock is bleeding minutes past the second hour of flight

A heavy crown for the phantom king reigning in the night

Through the valley of the velvet where the hungry spirits play

I am the creature that the dawn will never wash away

The clock is bleeding minutes past the second hour of flight

A heavy crown for the phantom king reigning in the night

Through the valley of the velvet where the hungry spirits play

I am the creature that the dawn will never wash away