00:01The clock is ticking backwards into a nameless void
00:05A catalogue of every dream that your exit has destroyed
00:09I am the curator of a museum of unspoken words
00:13A sky of heavy lead, haunted by the ghosts of birds
00:17Every breath is a betrayal, every heartbeat is a lie
00:21In a universe where even the echoes have learned to die
00:25Die, die, die, die, die
00:27I'd sell my soul to the darkness for a moment of the cold
00:31But the darkness is a currency that I no longer hold
00:35I'm a sequence with no logic, a line with no end
00:39A broken mechanism that no god can ever mend
00:43Existence is a fever that refuses to break
00:46A nightmare of a reality from which I'll never wake
00:51Oh, I am the architecture of a profound and hollow
00:58A broken mechanism that no one can ever be
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