[Intro | solo 8-bit tick, one flat clock-tower bell, steel plate hum, choir catching like a gear] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the second has teeth. [Verse 1 | music box on four notes, dry close vocal, tick as snare, low steel bed, no kit] The day ran out without a dusk The hands forgot their place A blue machine stepped through the rust And offered me the space I followed backward through the hour I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the minutes sour I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus | bitcrushed organ creeps in, choir tightens, tick doubles] Don’t bless the tick that finds you Don’t praise the hour that waits It only loves the living now Still knocking in your chest [Chorus | hymn stack: organ, steel choir, 8-bit clockwork arpeggio, still no modern drums] Dialga, Dialga Saint of the timeless mile You wear a timeline like a chain And smile a measured smile Dialga, Dialga Mercy made of then You teach the lost to beg for time Then take the years they spend [Verse 2 | tick stutters, quiet dead-watch beep under the vocal, same four-note box] They find them frozen in the hall One foot still in the past Their mouths still shaped around a “wait” The future will not ask The calendar can turn a page This circle will not date A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Inside a stopped second’s gate [Pre-Chorus | organ + reverse bell tail] Don’t look too long into the crest Three diamonds, one old law If you can hear your own last tick You’re already the thaw [Chorus | same hymn, tape flutter on “years they spend”] Dialga, Dialga Saint of the timeless mile You wear a timeline like a chain And smile a measured smile Dialga, Dialga Mercy made of then You teach the lost to beg for time Then take the years they spend [Verse 3 | strip to music box and drone, quieter vocal, room feels stopped] It doesn’t hunt along the road It hunts the need to go It waits until you beg the clock To give the lost hour back It drinks the future before the flesh It files you with the past It leaves a tower like a church Where no new minute lasts [Chorus | bigger: organ and choir stack, 8-bit line harsher not happier, heartbeat late against the tick] Dialga, Dialga Blue chapel, no way home You fold a body into “when” And wear it while you roam Dialga, Dialga Roaring learned a tune You leave the present quieter And hungrier too soon [Bridge | spoken over one held tick, almost silence, steel scrape, no melody] Time was never a river. Time was a mouth. You did not lose the minute. You fed it. Roar. Rewind. Hold. The saint does not remember you. The saint is using you to keep the second from ending. [Final Chorus | full chapel, reverse bells on the turns, last word then the tick stops] Dialga, Dialga Saint of the timeless mile You wear a timeline like a chain And smile a measured smile Dialga, Dialga Say it if you dare The clock bows. [Outro | tick dies mid-click, flat bell once, steel drone rings and does not decay]
