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Clockwork Memory

Clockwork Memory [music box whispers:] [female voice] We're made of mortal sins Verse 1 I dance to remember, I march to forget. The city breathes beneath the fog— a ghost sewn into iron. Streetlamps exhale their yellow smoke, etching scenes in copper light. Every step I try to keep falls into the gear-torn night. Pre-Chorus There’s a reel behind my eyes that won’t stop turning, her name on an endless loop. I twist the dial—static bites back, love and loss cut in the same groove. Chorus My console is broken—no pause, no mute. The reel runs on, resolute. A clockwork jukebox, rust and soul, playing songs the steam can’t console. Verse 2 The docks still taste of brine and coal-smoke, old hulls weeping oil like sleep. Her laughter drifts through the smog— a debt I was never built to keep. My hands are brass, my chest half wire, still holding the heat we made. Every memory sparks like fire in the slow rust of my decay. Pre-Chorus There’s a current humming through the silence, a pulse the dead machines obey. I reach into the circuits for her— she dims, but never fades away. Chorus My console is broken—no pause, no mute. The reel runs on, resolute. A clockwork jukebox, rust and soul, playing songs the steam can’t console. Bridge My cells ran dry a long time ago— the grid won’t grant me silence. Her face returns in sepia-glow, mine beside it, both dissolving. The sorrow-server turns and turns, archiving what we were, intact. [female whisper] We’re made of mortal sins [male] —she used to hum that back— Override: disabled. No signal left to act. Final Chorus My console is broken—no pause, no mute. The reel turns still, absolute. A clockwork jukebox, rust and soul— playing her name till the clockwork’s cold. click… [female] (We’re made of mortal sins) click… [female] (We’re made of mort—) click…