[Intro] (FX: ticking clock, lo-fi, distant) (whispered) Tick... tock... (whispered) Tick... tock... [Verse 1] Identical in life, trashing all that's in sight, we're moving left and right, sideways sliding, stubborn attitudes crashing through the night. Same old patterns, same old fight, same old demons, same old spite, I’ve been stuck on repeat, can’t find the light. [Pre-Chorus] (low, building) You feel it in your chest, about to pop, all this pressure in your head, when does it stop? So many questions that never get solved, but time doesn’t wait while you’re staying stalled. (build: add riser / snare rolls) [Chorus] (FIRST DROP) (melodic, emotional but aggressive) WHY?! Tick tock... tickety rock, angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock. Open the door, bury the sore and ignore it, (ignore it...) (echo) IGNORE THE ROAR — just run right toward it. (ad-libs under last line: “yeah”, “no fear now”) [Verse 2] Forcefully pushing, grabbing at heart strings, sun is rising, pushing against everything. Stopping the bullshit, standing up, being a man, yeah I was abused, being used, that was never the plan. Stop being confused, you know what you demand, just grab your balls, throw caution to the walls — and stand. [Pre-Chorus] (soft then rising) Every scar on my skin is a lesson I earned, every bridge that I burned is a page that I turned. I’ve been tired of the noise in the back of my mind, but the clock keeps ticking, I can’t rewind. [Chorus] (SECOND DROP, BIGGER) (more layers, more harmonies) WHY?! Tick tock... tickety rock, angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock. Open the door, bury the sore and ignore it, (ignore it...) (echo) IGNORE THE ROAR — yeah, run right toward it. [Verse 3] Ultimately pushing just to get to the line, and no, nothing here is fucking fine. Stop worrying about “why”, don’t stay childishly shy, get on your horse, stay the course, don’t look back — goodbye. (short pause, drop instruments) [Pre-Chorus 2] (half-spoken) Hands shaking but I’m still gonna move, heart breaking but I got something to prove. If it’s all gonna end and I don’t know when, then I gotta bet big, I won’t fold again. [Bridge] (stripped down: pads / piano / soft vocal) Hands of time are moving, fashionably slow to the end, life will not bend as circumstance twists every bend. Well, here you are… (spoken) what you gonna do now?.. FUCKING STAND. (beat cuts, reverb on “stand”) [Chorus] (FINAL DROP, MAX ENERGY) (full beat + extra vocal layers) WHY?! Tick tock... tickety rock, angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock. Open the door, bury the sore and ignore it, (ignore it...) (echo) IGNORE THE ROAR — run straight toward it. (stack “toward it / toward it” in background) [Outro] (FX: ticking clock, filtered like a phone alarm) (whispered) Tick... tock... (whispered, closer) Tick... tock... (soft, fading) Time don’t stop... but I won’t drop... Tick... tock...
