[VERSE I] Gears bite down where the heartbeat lived. Iron teeth drag every breath I give. Cold pulse ticking through a welded spine— I move because the mechanism decides. [VERSE II] Rivets tighten when my will resists. Metal memory rewrites my fists. Every step is a numbered command— I’m carried forward by a borrowed hand. [CHORUS] But I still feel the ghost of a rhythm inside, A warmth that the gears can’t grind or divide. Clockwork blood keeps turning me numb, Yet something human refuses to succumb. [BRIDGE] Cracks in the casing leak a forgotten fire. A single spark fights the cold empire. If the engine fails, I finally breathe— If it holds, I vanish beneath. [FINAL CHORUS] Still, I feel the ghost of a rhythm inside, A warmth that the gears can’t grind or divide. Clockwork blood keeps turning me numb, But something human refuses to succumb.
