[Verse 1] My phone screen glows, 5:59, I swear the minutes are not mine. I cleared my desk, I packed my bag, This digital suspense is such a drag. I see the six, it just appeared, The hour of power, widely feared. But freedom waits for seven sharp, And time is playing with my heart. [Chorus] It’s the static of the six and seven, A purgatory sent from heaven. The clock is lying, the hands are slow, Where does the missing minute go? I’m stuck inside this liminal loop, Waiting for the final troop To signal that the day is done, Before the real life has begun. [Verse 2] I checked the feed, I scrolled the thread, I counted every word you said. I swear I heard the dismissal bell, But no, we’re trapped inside this cell. The air is thick with anticipation, A collective, silent desperation. Six-oh-five feels like a crime, This is the slowest stretch of time. [Chorus] It’s the static of the six and seven, A purgatory sent from heaven. The clock is lying, the hands are slow, Where does the missing minute go? I’m stuck inside this liminal loop, Waiting for the final troop To signal that the day is done, Before the real life has begun. [Bridge] Maybe I'll just live right here, In this suspended atmosphere. Forget the future, forget the past, This moment is built to always last. But wait—is that the chime I hear? Is seven finally drawing near? [Outro] Six... seven... (Oh my god, it moved!) The spell is broken, the theory proved. We survived the static, we made it through, Now what are we supposed to do? (Run!)
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