Intro] (Soft music box melody, echoing footsteps on wet cobblestone, distant whispers.)
(Tick… tock… the gears still turn, but am I alive or just another machine?)
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[Verse 1]
Porcelain face, cracks in my skin
Wind me up, let the show begin
Strings pull tight, but I don’t feel a thing
A hollow frame with a heart unseen
They carved my name into the stone
A puppet made, but still alone
Do I exist, or am I just a dream?
Tell me now, what does it mean?
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[Pre-Chorus]
Spin me ’round, break me down
A dance for a crowd, but no one’s around
Tell me, am I flesh or steel?
Do I hurt, or do I heal?
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[Chorus] (Swelling violins, deep percussion, ethereal layered vocals—emotional and eerie.)
If I bleed, does it mean I’m real?
If I cry, do I have a soul to feel?
Walking in the shadow of what I should be
But the weight of my fate is suffocating me
Tell me, was I ever free?
Or just another ghost in a cold machine?
Built to obey, made to decay
Hollow strings pull me away…
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[Verse 2]
Clockwork heart, ticking slow
A thousand lives I’ll never know
Cursed to walk, yet never rest
A perfect lie within my chest
I see their faces in the dust
Stories lost, bodies rust
The city screams, but no one speaks
We are the echoes of the weak
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[Bridge] (Music slows, ghostly whispers, fading piano, ticking clocks.)
(Does it matter? Does it end? If I fall, will I rise again?)
(Am I more than gears and wires? Do I dream? Do I desire?)
(Beat builds—tension rising, strings swelling.)
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[Final Chorus] (More intense, raw vocals, orchestral explosion.)
If I bleed, does it mean I’m real?
If I cry, do I have a soul to feel?
Walking in the shadow of what I should be
But the weight of my fate is suffocating me
Tell me, was I ever free?
Or just another ghost in a cold machine?
Built to obey, made to decay
Hollow strings pull me away…
(Last note lingers, fading into a soft ticking clock, then silence.)
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