Between The Clock And The Bed (Feat. Green Gartside)

I’m well aware of happiness And what it takes to get to it But the simple struggle of survival Transforms itself into betrayal Between the clock and the bed There’s only space and hell Waiting for the transportation Between the clock and the bed Shapes move inside my head Colliding with shared desperation Yes I’m as guilty as the rest A man of little consequence Unable of forgiving himself Still building the bypass in my head Between the clock and the bed There’s only space and hell Looking for my intervention Between the clock and the bed Shapes move inside my head We’ve all felt the implications Hatred and failure go perfectly together Like the quick and the sand beautiful and damned I live through these moments again and again Repeated images of enemies and friends