Between the Clock and the Bed

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 sheets ? ? my head, colliding with your desparation

Yeah I'm as guilty as the rest, a man of little consequence
Unable to forgive 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 sheets ? ? my head, we both felt the implications

Hatred and failure go perfectly forever, like the quick and the sand, beautiful and damned
i live through these moments, again and again, repeating images of enemies and friends