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Clockwork Man

Music generated using aimusicgen AI under commercial license. Lyrics written by APSK. © 2026 APSK. All rights reserved. This song contains AI-generated music. Clockwork Man [Verse 1] Six A.M., the kettle hums in code Steam rising like a debug mode Tie knotted tight, badge on his chest Boot sequence done, no time to rest Platform lights in sodium glow Commuter lines in overflow He scans his face through glass and steel Runs diagnostics: “Do I feel?” [Pre-Chorus] Calendar blocks in grayscale squares Stand-up meetings, vacant stares He checks his pulse like system load Another day in maintenance mode [Chorus] He’s a clockwork man in a concrete hive Running on scripts just to stay alive Every morning boots on time Like a line of well-formed code in rhyme But somewhere deep in the RAM of his mind There’s a warning flag he can’t unwind While the seconds tick and the deadlines drive He’s compiling away his one short life [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Blueprint dreams in a drawer at home Rusting like abandoned chrome He optimizes someone’s plan While entropy eats the hidden man Server rooms in arctic air Cooling fans like a whispered prayer Fluorescent suns that never set He measures worth in a Gantt chart net [Pre-Chorus] Version control on hopes deferred Merge conflicts left unheard He patches cracks in steel and wire But not the circuits that misfire [Chorus] He’s a clockwork man in a concrete hive Running on scripts just to stay alive Every morning boots on time Like deterministic design But somewhere past the firewall line There’s a fragment crying, “This time is mine” Still the sprint reviews survive And he ships another piece of life [Instrumental] [Bridge] If freedom is true he’d walk away Throw exceptions to the day Break the loop, refuse the test Decommission all the rest But the algorithm holds him fast Bound by future, chained to past A human thread in a machine Optimized but never seen [Final Chorus] He’s a clockwork man in a concrete hive Counting commits from nine to five Every sunrise, same routine Polished shoes and a muted screen And when the build is finally done No rollback for the time outrun The system logs: “Process complete” A life spent scheduled, clean, discrete [Outro] Six A.M., the kettle hums Another cycle just begun He stands, inhales, and plays his part A perfect gear with a quiet heart.