Fantømex - Two-Face (Words of Comfort Reserved for the Wealthy) Lyrics

Doctor called today
He said my time's run out
Words of comfort are reserved for the wealthy
Have you had enough?
Sought the skull in my hand
Paint your face and set your clock back
Turning
Turning
The other side of the coin is burning
Longing for its valentine
She finds me in my sleep
Making circles with my tongue
Only in a moment's time, she'll
Draw the last breath from my lungs
In the morning's light
I'll swear it wasn't me
Baking poison into pies as
Lovers fall to kiss my feet
Help, my dear
I think I might
Let her out
To play
I found a little time
Before the hour of truth
Words of comfort are reserved for the wealthy
Are you strong enough?
Sought the skull in my hand
Rise and take your daily dose
Turning
Turning
Another cigarette is burning
Longing for its glass of wine
She finds me in my sleep
Making circles with my tongue
Only in a moment's time, she'll
Draw the last breath from my lungs
In the morning's light
I will swear it wasn't me
Baking poison into pies as
Lovers fall to kiss my feet
Help, my dear
I think I might
My body starts to rise
Candle finds the flame
Awoken by a sound
She's calling my name
I reach beyond the thin veil
At the corner of my bed
And they all had the nerve to say
That it's all been in my head
And the earth is turning red
And the sky is turning red
And my eyes are turning red
The crowd finds their hero