Time Ends

Time Ends Verse 1 The second hand vibrates. It tries to push, but it stays. A microscopic twitch in the gears, Caught in the teeth of the fray. The air is heavy and flat, Pressed thin against the wall. There is no shadow behind you, There is no echo at all. Chorus It isn't a crash or a thunder. It isn't the weight of the floor. It’s just the loss of the "next," The closing of an open door. Time isn't dying, It’s just losing its place. The sequence is broken, With nothing to trace. Verse 2 Take a breath and hold it there. Don't let it out, don't seek the air. The lungs are full, the lungs are still, A hollow glass, a quiet will. Before is gone, after is blurred, Like a letter from a silent word. The friction is missing, the heat is cool, The water is frozen in a shallow pool. Bridge (The mechanical clicking slows, then flattens into a continuous, low hum.) No rhythm to follow. No pulse to sustain. The ticking is hollow. The loop has no chain. It happens again, But it’s already been. It happens again, But it’s already been. Chorus It isn't a crash or a thunder. It isn't the weight of the floor. It’s just the loss of the "next," The closing of an open door. Time isn't dying, It’s just losing its place. The sequence is broken, With nothing to trace. Outro The minute is here. The minute is here. The minute is here. (Repeat until the sound simply cuts out mid-word.)