MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1]

He drifts in on borrowed time,
Silver heels tapping out a lullaby line.
Painted smile, pocket full of gears,
Whispers slow-motion secrets in your ears.
He says, “Hold still, I’ll fix what ticks
I’ll oil your dreams with a touch of tricks.
Shadows spin in a carousel gleam,
And suddenly you’re drifting downstream.

[Pre-Chorus]

Click–clack, the metronome swings,
Eyes glaze over as the pendulum sings.
You’re wide awake, you’re underwater—
He blurs the line between mind and matter.

[Chorus]

Here comes the Clockwork Hypnotist,
Tuning up the thoughts you missed.
He’ll steal your pulse with a finger snap,
Fold you neatly in his velvet trap.
One blink and you’re a marionette—
He’s the friend you never met.

[Verse 2]

He sketches shapes in the hazy air,
Blueprints of worlds that were never there.
Sells you a map with the corners torn,
A place you knew before you were born.
Rael-like echoes in the subway steam,
He threads your name through a lucid dream.
Every step is a phantom glide,
As he rewrites the film inside.

[Pre-Chorus]

Twist–turn, a spiral of light,
Soft incantations in the dead of night.
Your heartbeat stumbles into double-time,
Trapped in the pocket of a nursery rhyme.

[Chorus]

Here comes the Clockwork Hypnotist,
Tuning up the thoughts you missed.
He’ll steal your pulse with a finger snap,
Fold you neatly in his velvet trap.
One blink and you’re a marionette—
He’s the friend you never met.

[Bridge]

Tick-tock, bodies unlock…
Faces melt into the melting clock.
Through the hallway of forgotten tunes,
He harvests echoes with silver spoons.
Run if you can—your shoes stay still…
He bends your will like a daffodil…

[Final Chorus]

Here comes the Clockwork Hypnotist,
King of the subconscious twist.
Borrowed time in a borrowed suit—
Pulls your soul like a wayward flute.
If you feel your senses split—
Don’t worry…
He’s already written the script.

[Outro – Spoken]

Sleep now…
The gears turn without you.





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[Intro]

He drifts in on borrowed time
A tailor of thought, a weaver of dreams
If your heartbeat feels out of sync
He’s already holding the key.

[Instrumental Overture]

[Verse 1]

He drifts in on borrowed time,
Silver heels tapping out a lullaby line.
Painted smile, pocket full of gears,
Whispers slow-motion secrets in your ears.
He says, "Hold still, I’ll fix what ticks
I’ll oil your dreams with a touch of tricks".
Shadows spin in a carousel gleam,
And suddenly you’re drifting downstream.

[Pre-Chorus]

Click–clack, the metronome swings,
Eyes glaze over as the pendulum sings.
You’re wide awake, you’re underwater
He blurs the line between mind and matter.

[Chorus]

Here comes the Clockwork Hypnotist,
Tuning up the thoughts you missed.
He’ll steal your pulse with a finger snap,
Fold you neatly in his velvet trap.
One blink and you’re a marionette
He’s the friend you never met.


[Verse 2]

He sketches shapes in the hazy air,
Blueprints of worlds that were never there.
Sells you a map with the corners torn,
A place you knew before you were born.
Rael-like echoes in the subway steam,
He threads your name through a lucid dream.
Every step is a phantom glide,
As he rewrites the film inside.

[Pre-Chorus]

Twist–turn, a spiral of light,
Soft incantations in the dead of night.
Your heartbeat stumbles into double-time,
Trapped in the pocket of a nursery rhyme.

[Chorus]

Here comes the Clockwork Hypnotist,
Tuning up the thoughts you missed.
He’ll steal your pulse with a finger snap,
Fold you neatly in his velvet trap.
One blink and you’re a marionette
He’s the friend you never met.

[Interlude]
Through the corridor of clicking teeth,
He hums a tune that steals your sleep.
He winds your mind like a toy on a string,
And gently removes your sense of being.

[Bridge]

Tick-tock, bodies unlock,
Faces melt into the melting clock.
Through the hallway of forgotten tunes,
He harvests echoes with silver spoons.
Run if you can—your shoes stay still,
He bends your will like a daffodil.

[Final Chorus]

Here comes the Clockwork Hypnotist,
King of the subconscious twist.
Borrowed time in a borrowed suit
Pulls your soul like a wayward flute.
If you feel your senses split
Don’t worry
He’s already written the script.

[Chorus Reprise]

Here comes the Clockwork Hypnotist…
Here he comes…
Here he comes…

[Outro]

Sleep now…
The gears turn without you.