[Intro] [Verse One] Everybody is lying with their head down! Clocks ticking, don't be late now! Ooh! (Tick-tok, Tick-tok! Tick-tok, Tick-tok!) Everybody needs a new name now, Come up and don't be shy! Be assured, big brother is watching you right now... Ooh! (Tick-tok, Tick-tok! Tick-tok, Tick-tok!) The gears keep turning, there's no point in running! The clock keeps ticking, so it's only a matter of time! Ooh! (Tick-tok, Tick-tok! Tick-tok, Tick-tok!) [Pre-Chorus] Aren't you sick of standing up instead of lying down? Tripping over the minute hand when it comes flying around. Pretending you're fine, but why do you look so pale right now? Perhaps it's because you're holding your breath for when the hand of the hour comes striking down! Ooh! (Tick-tok, Tick-tok! Tick-tok, Tick-tok!) [Chorus] Every cog pulls weight in line— Every bolt is locked in time. No escape, no in-between... Welcome to, welcome to, welcome to the machine! Pressure builds behind the glass— Springs snap loose, they never last. Built to break, then built again— Welcome to, welcome to, welcome to the machine! Ooh! (Tick-tock, Tick-tock! Tick-tock, Tick-tock!) [Verse Two] Broken clocks still speak twice a day— We keep in step; that's the modern way. Ooh! (Tick-tock, Tick-tock! Tick-tock, Tick-tock!) Schedule is tight—no light at the tunnel’s end in sight... So wind it up, my wind-up toy, And start marching—every tunnel has its end. The only thing that loops is the march itself— That is time! That is time! That is... Ooh! (Tick-tock, Tick-tock! Tick-tock, Tick-tock!) [Pre-Chorus] Aren't you sick of standing up instead of lying down? Tripping over the minute hand when it comes flying around. Pretending you're fine, but why do you look so pale right now? Perhaps it's because you're holding your breath for when the hand of the hour comes striking down! Ooh! (Tick-tok, Tick-tok! Tick-tok, Tick-tok!) [Chorus] Every cog pulls weight in line— Every bolt is locked in time. No escape, no in-between... Welcome to, welcome to, welcome to the machine! Pressure builds behind the glass— Springs snap loose, they never last. Built to break, then built again— Welcome to, welcome to, welcome to the machine! Ooh! (Tick-tock, Tick-tock! Tick-tock, Tick-tock!) [Outro] Aren't you sick of standing up instead of lying down? Tripping over the minute hand when it comes flying around. Pretending you're fine, but why do you look so pale right now? Perhaps it's because you're holding your breath for when the hand of the hour comes striking down! The hammer strikes the midnight bell now... [Created and Written by @thexfool with Suno AI]
