[Intro – breathy, eerie tone] Caught in the click, where the minute hand slips, Drip by drip through a rift that flips Every mirror a script, every echo a whip, You blink and it loops, but the frame don't fit... [Verse 1] Heard the tick, but it tripped now the beat rewinds, Black chalkboard where they edit the minds. Delay in the feed, now the memory's mine, Three faces blinkin', all speakin’ in line. Rehearsed reactions in lab-coat halls, Scripts planted deep in the time-split stalls. Every trial a splice, every splice a stall, No free will when the minutes don't fall. Phantom lag see the echo move first, Then the body collapse in a ripple-shaped burst. Time jump glitch, needle skips in reverse, Where the tears fall backward and blessings curse. See the doorframe tilt? That’s the real escape, They inject the “now” while they rewrite the tape. You felt déjà vu? That’s the loop they drape, A mirrored recursion that forgets its shape. [Hook – whispered chant with layered harmonics] Time ain't broke, it's broken on purpose, A circuit designed to resurface, You ain't losin' your mind, it's rehearsed You blink and the scene reasserts... (You blink and the scene reasserts...) [Verse 2] Where the seconds stutter, the ghosts assemble, A glitch in the corridor starts to tremble. Files don’t erase, they just disassemble, Then rerun the frame with a smile more gentle. You feel that flicker? That’s not fatigue, That’s a test run glitchin’ in a focus league. You don’t just live you audition and bleed, Till your best take fits their memory feed. Every angle snapped by a third-eye drone, Your thoughts preloaded before you’re alone. Walk in a room, then forget why you came? That’s a shadow rewiring your brain. Cognitive loop, scripted relief, Like a priest who smiles while stealing your grief. They're not stealers of time, they're authors of pause, Trappin' whole bloodlines in rehearsed applause. [Bridge – slow, eerie harmony] (What did you just say?) (It felt like you said it before.) (Is this déjà vu, or is the air warped?) (Where did my memory go?) (Who was I last loop?) [Verse 3] In the chamber of broken clocks, they sit grinnin’, Eyes roll counterclockwise from the beginnin’. Smiles that fracture ceramic and sinning, Time ain’t a line, it’s a prison with innings. Step left, fall right, but you land same place, Hear the tone shift, that’s the lag in space. Every “first time” feels like a trace, Cause your thoughts ain't yours, just perfectly placed. Phantom rooms with flickerin’ tape, Where your mother’s face glitches into a fake. They build whole myths with a backward ache, Then feed ‘em in loops till your psyche breaks. Time-splinters stitched by neurolinguists, They chant in math, then implant the glimpses. Keyboards tap while the trial subsists, You don’t “age,” you just reboot the distance. [Outro – fading whispers overlapping] Was I here before? Did I blink too long? Why’s the shadow outpacing the song? Every tick-tock rewinds what’s wrong... But I remember I remember too strong.
