Eighty-Five Seconds

Moody alternative rock with male vocals, tense tom-heavy drums, and distorted bass pulses, Verses keep a spoken-word intensity over sparse guitar swells; chorus explodes with wide, reverb-soaked chords and stacked harmonies, Bridge drops to near-whisper, then crashes back with a final, clipped hook and an abrupt ring-out, world

[Verse 1] Eighty-five seconds On the clock of the end of the world Third day Third storm Street signs shaking like nerves Wind setting records Ripping names from the walls Sky full of warnings But the news just talks and talks [Chorus] Is this a storm or just a season? Cold like an answer with no reason If it’s all gonna break Let it break in my hands If we’re stuck between stopped or dragged back again I’ll take the stillness over spinning in reverse Even a stopped clock hits the truth twice a day Eighty-five seconds Tick loud in my chest [Verse 2] Debate on the channels Candidates framed in the glare One side drowning in rainfall The other throws fire in the air Someone laughs Says “your choice is freeze or rewind” Glass rattles in the window Like it’s typing out the line [Chorus] Is this a storm or just a season? Cold like an answer with no reason If it’s all gonna break Let it break in my hands If we’re stuck between stopped or dragged back again I’ll take the stillness over spinning in reverse Even a stopped clock hits the truth twice a day Eighty-five seconds Tick loud in my chest [Bridge] Three days Three storms Same street Different form Rain on one side Thunder on the screens We keep choosing cages Painting them as dreams (oh) [Chorus] Is this a storm or just a season? Cold like an answer with no reason If it’s all gonna break Let it break in my hands If we’re stuck between stopped or dragged back again I’ll take the stillness over spinning in reverse Even a stopped clock hits the truth twice a day Eighty-five seconds Eighty-five breaths Left

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