TIME. (Numbergod.)v6

[Intro] [A cold synthesizer pad, a growing hum, then a click, like the start of a mechanism. In the background: The sound of a strong wind + the monotonous vocalization of the church choir] [Verse 1: In the background: The sound of a strong wind + the monotonous vocalization of the church choir] The clockwork turns in silent halls, Where time is carved in metal scars. Two faces watch the turning wheel, One speaks of night, one speaks of day, But both agree: the price we pay Is every breath we steal away. [Pre-Chorus: In the background: The sound of a strong wind + the monotonous vocalization of the church choir] Tick by tick, the seconds fall, We’re just a spark inside the wall. No echo lasts, no flame stays bright, Only the wheel keeps turning right. [Chorus: In the background: The sound of a strong wind + the monotonous vocalization of the church choir] Oh, Numbergod, keep the hands in place, Hold the balance on this razor’s face. Time is a blade and a velvet rope, Spinning the world on a rusted hope. [Verse 2: In the background: The sound of a strong wind + the monotonous vocalization of the church choir] We count the hours, we name the moons, But every number sings of tombs. The dial spins, the shadows grow, And all the clocks begin to glow With secrets buried long ago. [Bridge] [Legato bass, sliding slides, tape delay build-up] Turn the wheel… Break the seal… Time remembers what we forget. Every moment is a debt. [Chorus: In the background: The sound of a strong wind + the monotonous vocalization of the church choir] Oh, Numbergod, keep the hands in place, Hold the balance on this razor’s face. Time is a blade and a velvet rope, Spinning the world on a rusted hope. [Outro] [Gradual fading, long delay, final click of the clock, In the background: The sound of a strong wind + the monotonous vocalization of the church choir] [Whispering voice] Tick… Tock… Silence. [End]