Clockwork Kingdom
Rock,Post-Punk,Steady Rock,Roots Rock,Experimental Metal,Melancholy,Anger,Male Voice,Slow,Accelerating
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Punch in the dark, punch out at night
Trading my hours for borrowed light
Concrete sunrise, factory sky
Dreams on hold just to get by
Paper crowns and plastic smiles
“Climb the ladder” — just more miles
Every rung just feels the same
Different number, same old chain
Pre-Chorus
They say, “Work hard and you’ll be free”
But freedom’s priced beyond my reach
I build a palace I won’t own
Brick by brick, but not my home
Chorus
We’re just sparks in a machine
Fueling someone else’s dream
Running fast but standing still
Paying rent to climb a hill
While the golden children play
In the sunlight of their day
We survive to keep it turning
They call it living — we call it earning
Verse 2
Time is something I can’t keep
Sold by the hour, cheap and deep
Every weekend disappears
Drowned in debts and quiet fears
They inherit open doors
We inherit endless floors
Marble halls and trust fund skies
While we rent our alibis
Pre-Chorus
They say, “That’s just the way it goes”
Like gravity, like broken bones
But gravity don’t take your name
And broken backs don’t share the blame
Chorus
We’re just sparks in a machine
Fueling someone else’s dream
Running hard on borrowed breath
One promotion from collapse
While the chosen few decide
What’s a “raise” and what’s “the tide”
We survive to keep it turning
They call it living — we call it earning
Bridge
Is this freedom? Is this choice?
Or just a well-trained, quiet voice?
Telling us to stand in line
Trade our pulse for overtime
They own the minutes, own the land
We just bleed into their plans
And if we break, we’re “weak” or “lazy”
Funny how the cage looks “crazy”
Final Chorus (bigger, defiant)
We’re more than sparks in their machine
More than gears in what they scheme
We are thunder under steel
Waiting for the cracks to heal
Let the golden children see
Time is worth more than currency
We were born to live, not serve
And one day we’ll take what we deserve
Outro
Tick-tock kingdom…
Steel and glass…
If time is money —
We want it back.