| Song | Clockwork |
| Artist | Angelus Apátrida |
| Album | Clockwork |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| for those who thought despitefully | |
| even with a false appearance | |
| even if their hands were clean | |
| for all of them I manifest I swear | |
| in my world you're not a welcome guest | |
| time has you, you'd been sinking in quicksand | |
| you were dead before your mother gave birth | |
| I condemn you to roam around these words | |
| Solo: David G. Álvarez | |
| for the ones who didn't trust me | |
| even if they said they did | |
| even if they're empty-handed | |
| for all my rage I'll kick their ass I swear | |
| in your world I am the god who pulls strings | |
| time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes | |
| you have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork | |
| absolutely shattered turned into a relic | |
| can't collect the black ashes of scorn | |
| blown away you're | |
| nothing you're all doomed | |
| by the gears of the clockwork | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo + David G. Álvarez | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
| Solo: David G. Álvarez | |
| infecting with the plague | |
| stinking up the atmosphere | |
| filthy trick to play the game | |
| the golden rule is sentenced to death | |
| I say | |
| kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see | |
| shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I'll rip your skin off | |
| that's what you deserve for the years you laughed at me | |
| now I own your soul spinning as it bleeds |
| for those who thought despitefully | |
| even with a false appearance | |
| even if their hands were clean | |
| for all of them I manifest I swear | |
| in my world you' re not a welcome guest | |
| time has you, you' d been sinking in quicksand | |
| you were dead before your mother gave birth | |
| I condemn you to roam around these words | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| for the ones who didn' t trust me | |
| even if they said they did | |
| even if they' re emptyhanded | |
| for all my rage I' ll kick their ass I swear | |
| in your world I am the god who pulls strings | |
| time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes | |
| you have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork | |
| absolutely shattered turned into a relic | |
| can' t collect the black ashes of scorn | |
| blown away you' re | |
| nothing you' re all doomed | |
| by the gears of the clockwork | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo David G. Á lvarez | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| infecting with the plague | |
| stinking up the atmosphere | |
| filthy trick to play the game | |
| the golden rule is sentenced to death | |
| I say | |
| kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see | |
| shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I' ll rip your skin off | |
| that' s what you deserve for the years you laughed at me | |
| now I own your soul spinning as it bleeds |
| for those who thought despitefully | |
| even with a false appearance | |
| even if their hands were clean | |
| for all of them I manifest I swear | |
| in my world you' re not a welcome guest | |
| time has you, you' d been sinking in quicksand | |
| you were dead before your mother gave birth | |
| I condemn you to roam around these words | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| for the ones who didn' t trust me | |
| even if they said they did | |
| even if they' re emptyhanded | |
| for all my rage I' ll kick their ass I swear | |
| in your world I am the god who pulls strings | |
| time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes | |
| you have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork | |
| absolutely shattered turned into a relic | |
| can' t collect the black ashes of scorn | |
| blown away you' re | |
| nothing you' re all doomed | |
| by the gears of the clockwork | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo David G. Á lvarez | |
| Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo | |
| Solo: David G. Á lvarez | |
| infecting with the plague | |
| stinking up the atmosphere | |
| filthy trick to play the game | |
| the golden rule is sentenced to death | |
| I say | |
| kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see | |
| shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I' ll rip your skin off | |
| that' s what you deserve for the years you laughed at me | |
| now I own your soul spinning as it bleeds |