The White Rabbit’s Gnawing Clock

[Intro – [fast ~170 BPM], [gothic guitars riffing], [carnival organ stabs foreground], [clock-tick percussion FX], [low male choir whispers “Too late…”]] The corridor bends like a vein. The rabbit runs, chewing the hours. Pockets spill with sand and teeth— the clock face opens, grinning. [Verse 1 – [driving guitars], [organ accents], [deep male vocals]] Silver hands claw the air. Each second splits like glass. The rabbit gnaws the minute hand, its teeth sharpened on time itself. [Pre-Chorus – [orchestral stabs], [choir low], [clock-tick percussion louder]] No door, no key, only the gnash of gears. [Chorus – [anthemic gothic chorus], [organ + guitars in unison], [bells accent every measure]] The White Rabbit’s gnawing clock— a heart devoured in iron bites. The White Rabbit’s gnawing clock— it bleeds the hours into dust. [Verse 2 – [faster riff surge], [organ runs twisted, carnival feel]] Alice stumbles through the spiral halls, her shadow pulled thin as parchment. Behind her, a ticking jaw— ahead, the same. [Pre-Chorus – [low choir “Tick—Tock”], [orchestral brass swells], [percussion rush]] Time doubles back. The walls chew closer. [Chorus – [layered choirs, organ dominant], [guitars mid-layer], [bells heavy]] The White Rabbit’s gnawing clock— a heart devoured in iron bites. The White Rabbit’s gnawing clock— it bleeds the hours into dust. [Bridge – [tempo slows to half-time], [deep spoken voice, theatrical], [clockwork FX]] The rabbit whispers: “Follow me, child. There is no end, only smaller beginnings.” [Final Chorus – [full band + orchestra], [fast tempo returns], [choir octave], [deep gothic growl doubles]] The White Rabbit’s gnawing clock— its teeth are the stars collapsing. The White Rabbit’s gnawing clock— its mouth is the world you cannot wake from. [Outro – [organ drone], [fading tick-tock FX], [choir whispers: “Too late… too late…”]] The hour is gone. The hunger remains.