[Intro – accelerating clockwork] Tick. Name. Tick. Name. [Verse 1 – female lead] Morning traffic drags its light Across the roofs and flooded stone. Forty metres under London, Something counts us all alone. Brass ribs breathe in ancient chambers. Black oil pulses through the floor. Every gear is carved with letters. Every tooth demands one more. [Male lead] It was turning when the city burned. It will turn when we are gone. [Pre-Chorus – duet] It never tells the hour. It never marks the day. It measures how long someone lives Before their name decays. [Chorus] There’s a clock beneath London Counting names instead of time. Every tooth inside the engine Wears a life it stole from mine. When the thirteenth bell is ringing, Every witness will go blind. Break the clock beneath London Before it takes what’s left behind. [Verse 2 – female lead] Peter stands upon the centre wheel, Bare feet clean against the rust. He looks young beneath the lanterns. His shadow looks as old as dust. [Male lead] Don’t believe the face he’s wearing. Don’t believe the voice you knew. He has carried many names before. None of them belonged to you. [Pre-Chorus – duet] The minute hand moves backwards. The hour hand points below. Between the ticks, I hear a voice Still begging me not to let go. [Chorus] There’s a clock beneath London Counting names instead of time. Every tooth inside the engine Wears a life it stole from mine. When the thirteenth bell is ringing, Every witness will go blind. Break the clock beneath London Before it takes what’s left behind. [Bridge – female lead] Where is the thread? [Male lead] Behind the name. [Female lead] Where do I cut? [Male lead] Not flesh. Not bone. Cut Crow from Pan. [Female lead] And if I miss? [Male lead] Then he keeps us all. [Mechanical Breakdown] Stop the hands. Jam the teeth. Let the stolen minutes breathe. Break the brass. Split the seam. Wake the names inside the machine. Stop the hands. Jam the teeth. Time is not what makes him bleed. One blade. One thread. One name living. One name dead. [Final Chorus – duet] Break the clock beneath London. Let the stolen minutes scream. Let the city wake remembering Every life cut from the dream. When the thirteenth bell is broken, Morning floods the dead machine. Break the clock beneath London. Give us back who we have been. [Outro – clock slowing] Tick. Tick. Tick— [Silence] [Female whisper] Noah.
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