Clockwork
Clockwork Echoes: Embracing Time, Facing Hate
Lyrics
It happens every time, we emphasize
Expressing a recurring occurrence of emphasizing something.
"Don't let this time pass you by"
Quoting advice to not miss the current moment.
God damn everyone in this fucking place
Expressing frustration or anger towards everyone in the given location.
We tried to care, but you were never there on time
Acknowledging an attempt to care, but someone was consistently late.
Keep that in mind when you're running circles left and right
Advising to remember the unreliability when going in circles.
God damn everyone in this place, because I hate everything
Expressing strong dislike for everything and everyone in the place.
I've been face-to-face with the time
Having direct experience or confrontation with time.
Good luck to everyone in this fucking place
Wishing good luck to everyone in the same frustrating place.
And god damn everyone in this fucked up place
Reiterating frustration and dislike for the current situation.
God damn everyone in this place, because I hate everything
Repeating strong dislike for everything and everyone in the place.
I've been dying to hear your thoughts on our infatuation with sound
Expressing a desire to hear opinions on an obsession with sound.
If you see it as a burden then sit the fuck down
Challenging those who see the obsession as a burden.
So set the stopwatch to the beat of your dead heart and watch us run right past you
Suggesting to synchronize with one's own heartbeat and surpass others.
You know we'll outlast you, because we're always fucking first place
Asserting dominance by consistently being in the first place.
Well you might as well spit in my fucking face
Expressing frustration at being disrespected.
It's insulting enough you couldn't trust us
Highlighting the insult of not being trusted.
You still stutter when we're face to face or alone
Noting stuttering in face-to-face or private interactions.
We're always fucking first place
Reiterating dominance by consistently being in the first place.
How does it feel to stare at each falling grain of sand?
Prompting reflection on the feeling of watching time slip away.
How does it feel to cound them down?
Asking about the experience of counting down each moment alone.
All by yourself, we tried to reset the clocks
Referring to attempting to reset or change the current situation.
So you can fuck yourself
Bluntly expressing disdain or disregard for the listener.
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