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Running through time

Running through time

@PaperCat

2010s electropop and dubstep-pop club anthem, dark distorted synth bass, heavy four-on-the-floor electronic drums, aggressive half-time dubstep drop, glossy compressed pop mix, industrial metallic accents, provocative female lead with pronounced Auto-Tune, vocoder doubles, intimate verses exploding into a massive catchy chorus, tense builds, sharp vocal chops, confident seductive delivery

v6 99 21.09.2026
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[Verse 1] In the hush of a doorway that breathes without a sound I traded my today for a shore I have not found Where time runs like a river that forgets its own bed And my name melts like frost on a window pane ahead [Chorus] I race the turning hands of clocks, a moth against the flame Through a maze of painted suns that never learn to rise Each step a whispered riddle, each door a closing eye I sail the tides of time, but my face is not the same [Verse 2] I walked through cities blown from glass, hung like chandeliers in space Where men on threads of thought like spiders softly pace I spoke with ghosts of my own dawn, their shadows thin and grey Who begged me like a beggar to choose one of a thousand ways [Chorus] I race the turning hands of clocks, a moth against the flame Through a maze of painted suns that never learn to rise Each step a whispered riddle, each door a closing eye I sail the tides of time, but my face is not the same [Bridge] And if the future's written in a tongue my lips can't hold And if the past comes knocking like a lover in the cold Perhaps the answer's quieter — to stand as still as stone And let time find me drifting, like a seed the wind has sown [Chorus] I race the turning hands of clocks, a moth against the flame Through a maze of painted suns that never learn to rise Each step a whispered riddle, each door a closing eye I sail the tides of time, but my face is not the same [Outro] In a corridor of darkness with no walls to hold the night I saw that every world is just a mirror catching light And every road's a circle that leads the heart back home Where time dissolves like morning and the soul stands whole, alone

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