MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1]
A black key I grip in my palm so tight,
It opens doors I broke without a second thought.
Iron claws of the tower clock tear minutes from the air,
They hide the truth beneath the gears of despair.

The clock hands crawl beneath my skin like thorns,
Cold wires twist where flesh and bone were torn.
One step, and the floor turns thin as glass;
The past won’t let me go — it bites me still, alas.

[Pre-Chorus]
Beat of my heart, grind of my machine —
I’m torn between the past and what I’ve become.

[Chorus 1]
Take me through the clockwork rift,
Pull me out before I drift.
I don’t belong inside this mist,
My soul is caught inside this twist.

[Verse 2]
I walked through fields of dust where regrets lie deep,
Each grain holds the names I betrayed while I could still sleep.
Every heartbeat hits like a hammer’s fall,
Every memory burns through it all.

[Verse 3]
I met my old self by a broken gate;
He laughed like cold steel in the dark.
“You’ll never break this curse,” he spat with scorn,
“The clock will stop, and you’ll be gone.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Beat of my heart, grind of my machine —
I’m torn between the past and what I’ve become.

[Chorus 2]
Pull me through the clockwork rift!
Pull me out before I drift!
I don’t belong inside this mist!
My soul is caught inside this twist!

[Bridge / Breakdown]
Is there anyone who loved me, even just a little bit?
Mom, I know the pain I gave you — I’m drowning in regret.
Dad, I failed the hopes you held, the dreams you built so high;
You - whose heart I broke a thousand times — save me now.
save me now.

[Hook]
The key’s hot flame brands my trembling hand — I cannot deny;
It tells me time is slipping past, it’s fading into the sky.
I hurl it at the grinding gears that scream in metal’s dread;
The clockface cracks in jagged shards — a bright light breaks ahead.

[Pre-Chorus]
Beat of my heart, grind of my machine —
I’m torn between the past and what I’ve become.

[Chorus 3]
Let me fall through the clockwork rift…
Pull me out before I drift.
I don’t belong inside this place,
My soul is tangled in this maze.

[Outro]
I stretch my hand to touch the glow;
It’s warm — I know this feeling so.
These are the sunbeams — I see them now;
So morning’s come.
So morning’s come.