Clockmaker

[Drums solo intro] [Prologue – Whispered Monologue Over Dissonant Strings] I counted centuries by the flicker of flame, Sketched eternity in circles of brass. They begged for more time— So I gave them a cage to rot in. [Verse I – Slow Build, Poetic and Dense] By lamplight oil and trembling hand I etched the minutes in sacred sand. Built with breath and burning coal, A skeleton clock with a fractured soul. I gave the dawn its measured weight, Taught the dusk how long to wait. Tick by tock, I became divine— The keeper of rhythm, the end of the line. [Pre-Chorus I – Rising, Polyphonic Layering] But power whispers in loops, not straight And each design repeats its fate. You wind the hands, you turn the key… Until the hands wind back on me. [Chorus – Grand, Choral, Menacing] Clockmaker! You held the sun on your broken wheel But now you turn and Time won’t heal Clockmaker! You forged the chains you meant to break— Now the hours crack and the gears awake [Powerfull guitar solo long] [Verse II – Heavier, Fragmented Thoughts, Rising Madness] Each cog I forged now calls my name, Their voices grind like rusted shame. I tried to halt what can’t be bound— But chaos ticks beneath the ground. My pulse aligns with fractured sound, I feel the world turn upside down. No calendar can mark what’s near— I breathe in decades, exhale fear. [Bridge – Spoken Opera Interlude (Low Male Voice + Soprano Overtones)] (Baritone (spoken)): You wanted mercy wrapped in steel? You wanted time without the cost? You asked me to bend nature's wheel— And now you mourn what you have lost. [Drums and bass] (Soprano (soaring)): But Time is not your trembling child It does not weep, it is not mild It eats its fathers, spares no kings And buries clocks with broken springs [Simple Hook – Operatic, Sinister, Expansive] Turn the gears — let the hours scream Steel and time are not what they seem Count your breath in fractured rhyme I own your blood, I own your time [Chorus II – More Intense, With Choir and Blast Beat Backing] Clockmaker! You etched the future in spinning stone But the wheels have teeth, and you’re alone Clockmaker! The pendulum swings, no mercy, no stay It tolls for you… and turns away. [Simple Hook – Operatic, Sinister, Expansive] Turn the gears — let the hours scream Steel and time are not what they seem Count your breath in fractured rhyme I own your blood, I own your time [Drum solo] [Outro – Crumbling, Melancholic, Fading Mechanism] I placed the world in numbered rings, Gilded hours with golden springs. But time won’t bow or beg or bend— It ticks, and ticks, and finds the end. I made the clock… And now I hear it close.