Lyrics

The clock unwinds, the hands erase,
A fleeting step, a fragile place.
The mirror bends, the world distorts,
A whispered key unlocks the doors.

The walls dissolve, the colors blur,
A quiet voice begins to stir.
The ground is soft, it pulls me in,
A world where I can breathe again.

O’Clock, the time slips by,
A painted sky where shadows lie.
The real unwinds, it fades to black,
A fleeting dream, no turning back.

The faces change, the air turns sweet,
The hollow ground beneath my feet.
Each step I take, the echoes fade,
A fleeting world the clocks have made.

The whispers hum, the silence grows,
A darker truth the dream bestows.
A labyrinth of shifting light,
A fragile world where wrong feels right.

O’Clock, the time slips by,
A painted sky where shadows lie.
The real unwinds, it fades to black,
A fleeting dream, no turning back.

The clocks all chime, the hours break,
A fragile mind begins to quake.
Each second lost, the walls decay,
A world that steals the day away.

The mirrors crack, the colors run,
A life dissolved, the dream begun.
The hands keep turning, pulling tight,
A velvet maze of endless night.

O’Clock, the time slips by,
A painted sky where shadows lie.
The real unwinds, it fades to black,
A fleeting dream, no turning back.

The world is gone, the dream remains,
A quiet place where nothing’s changed.
The clocks keep ticking, soft and slow,
A silent world I’ll never know.