They locked me in a drawing room With velvet walls and scented doom The air was laced with gaslight bloom And silence grew like flowers I danced in lace, I bit my tongue A pretty lie, forever young But something wild beneath had sung A hymn of sharpened hours They taught me how to sit and pray To fold my rage and look away But time is not a man to sway — He cuts, he rots, he feeds I wore my flaws like antique pearls A fractured doll, a ghost in curls My scream was stitched by careful girls And buried underneath But I remember Oh God, I remember The click of the lock The smirk in his talk The weight of the never, the never, the clock! Burn the minute, break the day! Tear the ticking life away! Raise your voice where no one stays — Let the devil hear you pray! I am not your velvet bride, I am fire they tried to hide! This is not the year I died — It’s the year we burned the clock! I stole the keys from Hades’ hall I drank the dust, I broke the wall With every bruise, I learned to crawl Until I learned to run Now cities scream in shattered glass And rage becomes a holy mass No man alive shall ever pass The silence I become Chandeliers fall Mirrors crack She’s laughing now She’s not coming back You called her flawed, you called her weak But now she roars when shadows speak! Burn the minute, break the day! Tear the ticking life away! Raise your voice where no one stays — Let the devil hear you pray! I am not your past regret I am thunder you won’t forget! Mark the year, don’t look back — It’s the year we burned the clock! Tick… tick… tick… gone.
