[Intro: Punchy distorted guitar riff, driving drums] [Verse 1: Syncopated offbeat guitar chords, staccato rhythm, groovy bass, restrained theatrical male vocals] Met a slick little saint in a second-hand suit, He sold me a shortcut, then stole all the loot. My bed is a bank with a velvet vault, The clock's gone on strike but it's somehow my fault. [Verse 2: Syncopated offbeat guitar chords, staccato rhythm, groovy bass, restrained theatrical male vocals] Monday's landlord kicks in my door for the rent, I pay him in bullshit; he calls it a cent. My mirror spits threats; I just flash it a grin, Then send in my shadow to clock me back in. [Pre-Chorus 1: Building tension, rising vocal intensity, powerful drum fills] Click-clack, tick-tack, the countdown sweats, My clean slate's black with unpaid debts. Hear that knock? It's the future in boots, My skeleton answers in one of my suits. [Chorus 1: Explosive anthemic punk rock, massive power chords, marching drums, shouted gang vocals] Tick-tick, big man, put it on tick, Pawned my last minute for a magic trick. One more day, let the brass band play, Tomorrow stole my face and ran away. Crowned by clocks on a throne of loans, King of "not yet" with a mouthful of bones. Red hands rise, I spit in the sky, Pocket full of "soon come », bulletproof lie. [Verse 3: Offbeat guitar chops, playful rhythmic accents, melodic bass movement] Got a black belt in dodging the day, My thoughts start a riot; my feet run away. My inbox grows fangs; it bites through the floor, I tell it "fuck off », it just begs me for more. [Verse 4: Offbeat guitar chops, playful rhythmic accents, melodic bass movement] My plans in the drawer got a license to riot, I bought them a megaphone, begged them for quiet. A moth in a necktie runs straight for the flame, Then invoices my ashes and signs my name. [Pre-Chorus 2: Dramatic build-up] Click-clack, tick-tack, the countdown sweats, My clean slate's black with unpaid debts. Hear that knock? It's the future in boots, My skeleton answers in one of my suits. [Chorus 2: Huge driving guitars, rebellious sing-along energy] Tick-tick, big man, put it on tick, Pawned my last minute for a magic trick. One more day, let the brass band play, Tomorrow stole my face and ran away. Crowned by clocks on a throne of loans, King of "not yet" with a mouthful of bones. Red hands rise, I spit in the sky, Pocket full of "soon come », bulletproof lie. [Bridge: Darker atmosphere, half-time drums, rising tension] Found tomorrow asleep in the back of a hearse, With a pocket-watch ticking in reverse. It said, "I ain't late, you're the one on the run", Then paid off the driver with a counterfeit sun. My "maybe" stood trial for identity theft, The jury was twelve of the selves I had left. I cracked that gavel; the clocks took flight, Then walked out on Monday, on Wednesday night. [Extended Instrumental Guitar Solo: 32 bars, expressive melodic lead guitar, sustained bends, gritty distortion, repeating motifs, ascending melodic runs, progressively increasing intensity, full band accompaniment] [Pre-Chorus 3: Building tension, rising vocal intensity, powerful drum fills] Click-clack, tick-tack, the countdown sweats, My clean slate's black with unpaid debts. Hear that knock? It's the future in boots, My skeleton answers in one of my suits. [Chorus 3] Tick-tick, big man, put it on tick, Pawned my last minute for a magic trick. One more day, let the brass band play, Tomorrow stole my face and ran away. Crowned by clocks on a throne of loans, King of "not yet" with a mouthful of bones. Red hands rise, I spit in the sky, Pocket full of "soon come », bulletproof lie. [Final Chorus: Explosive double chorus, maximum energy, layered backing vocals] Tick-tick, big man, put it on tick, Pawned my last minute for a magic trick. One more day, let the brass band play, Tomorrow stole my face and ran away. Crowned by clocks on a throne of loans, King of "not yet" with a mouthful of bones. Red hands rise, I spit in the sky, Pocket full of "soon come », bulletproof lie. [Second Explosive Extended Instrumental Guitar Solo: 16 bars, expressive melodic lead guitar, sustained bends, gritty distortion, repeating motifs, full band accompaniment] [Pre-Chorus 3: Building tension, rising vocal intensity, powerful drum fills] Click-clack, tick-tack, the countdown sweats, My clean slate's black with unpaid debts. Hear that knock? It's the future in boots, My skeleton answers in one of my suits. [Chorus 3] Tick-tick, big man, put it on tick, Pawned my last minute for a magic trick. One more day, let the brass band play, Tomorrow stole my face and ran away. Crowned by clocks on a throne of loans, King of "not yet" with a mouthful of bones. Red hands rise, I spit in the sky, Pocket full of "soon come », bulletproof lie. [Final Chorus: Explosive double chorus, maximum energy, layered backing vocals] Tick-tick, big man, put it on tick, Pawned my last minute for a magic trick. One more day, let the brass band play, Tomorrow stole my face and ran away. Crowned by clocks on a throne of loans, King of "not yet" with a mouthful of bones. Red hands rise, I spit in the sky, Pocket full of "soon come », bulletproof lie. [Outro: Powerful guitar riff, final drum fill, abrupt full-band ending]
