Running out of time

(Pre-Intro - Faint, breathless)

Running… running… out of time…

Running out of time…

(Intro - Melodic, aching)

Running from time I don’t own,

Clock on the wall, cruel metronome—

It drags me toward the end I can feel,

Strategically planned, from dawn till the seal.

(Verse - Melodic, emotional)

So slow down—

Take a minute to breathe.

There’s healing in every breath you release.

I wanted them to see—

If we just pause, if we listen,

Hear how you call out the name in the distance.

While you’re still breathing, don’t waste it—

Take what is yours, then embrace it.

While the time keeps ticking,

Live every second you have right now.

It won’t wait for anyone—

So claim the gift before it’s gone.

(Bridge - Beat drops back in)

If we’re running out of time—

Just live it.

We were never meant to stay here…

But I don’t know what comes after.

(Pre-Chorus)

Running…

Running out of time…

It’s moving faster now—

If only I could slow it down…

(Chorus)

Running out of time we don’t have,

Every second slips past—

Watch the clock keep ticking,

Living in the unknown at last.

Try to make the good times last—

Live in the now, don’t take it for granted.

(Verse - Powerful)

No regrets in the rearview, no chains on my wrists—

I carved my name in the seconds I missed.

Every heartbeat’s a war cry, every exhale’s a blade—

Cut through the noise, let the silence get paid.

They’ll say “too late,” but I’m already gone—

Ghost in the mirror, still dancing till dawn.

If the clock wants my soul, let it come take the fight—

I’ll burn every tick just to feel alive tonight.

(Pre-Outro - Fading, breathy)

Running… running…

But I’m not running away—

I’m running into the flame.

Time’s just a guest…

And I’m the host.

(Outro - Explosive, voice cracking, raw-heart)

Running… running…

But I’m not done—I’m breaking, I’m bleeding—

Last gasp before the blackout,

Scream that echoes when the clock finally snaps!

Every tick was a knife in my ribs,

Every second a goodbye I never said—

So let it explode! Let the walls cave in!

I’ll claw through the ash just to whisper your name one more time—

Time’s not winning.

I’m not running away—

I’m running home,

Even if home’s just the fire left behind.

(voice trembles, drops)

And if I burn out…

At least I felt it.

At least I loved it.

At least I lived.