[Intro] (tick… tick… guitars build) The rain goes up— but I don’t. [Verse 1] Streetlights rewind like a film on fire, Names disappear, but I don’t retire. Twenty-four hours, the warning on my wrist, Time bites hard with a venomous kiss. They say, “Let it happen—let history fold,” But I’m not built to do what I’m told. [Pre-Chorus] I hear the screaming in the quiet sound, I feel the future hit the ground— So I grip the handle, I pull you in, A room beyond the clock begins. [Chorus] HEY— I’m Vertin, I won’t break! I won’t watch you fade away! If the world turns back, I push ahead— I’ll carve a path through the dead-end days! Tick-tock— let it roar, let it run— I’ll REVERSE THE STORM, I’ll REVERSE THE STORM! [Verse 2] White coats want chains, knives want crowns, Everybody’s selling truths they wrote down. Control or chaos, choose your side— I choose the ones they left behind. I’ve seen the cost of a “perfect plan,” So I’ll be the flaw they can’t understand. [Pre-Chorus 2] If fate’s a script, I tear the page, If time’s a cage, I bend the gauge— I’ll keep you breathing in the gaps, Between the seconds, between the cracks. [Chorus] HEY— I’m Vertin, I won’t break! I won’t watch you fade away! If the world turns back, I push ahead— I’ll carve a path through the dead-end days! Tick-tock— let it roar, let it run— I’ll REVERSE THE STORM, I’ll REVERSE THE STORM! [Bridge] (drop: ticking + bass, then big build) Count it down— One for the lost, two for the gone, Three for the voices I carry on. They call me “immune,” like it’s something clean— It’s a curse to remember what they’ve never seen. But I’ll scream your name into the spinning sky— And dare the timeline to deny! [Final Chorus] (full arena blast + strings) HEY— I’m Vertin, I won’t break! I won’t watch you fade away! If the world turns back, I push ahead— I’ll burn a road through the dead-end days! Tick-tock— hear my heart like a gun— I’ll REVERSE THE STORM, I’ll REVERSE THE STORM! OFF TO THE NEXT ERA— I RUN! [Outro] (guitars ring out, ticking fades) Rain rises… I remain.
