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[Verse]
When the clock strikes
Everything goes still
The people stop moving
No air to push the mill.
Everything frozen, torture like hell
Always when the clock strikes 12
When the vessels open and the devil arises,
Out comes one whom everyone despises
Man in a suit
Black hair, short and straight.
A gleam in his eyes, sounds of a flute
He cleans his knife and gun, then sets the bait
[Chorus]
The clock strikes 12
And now its hell
Gun cocked
And knife stocked
Prepare to yell
Keep your door’s locked
[Verse]
A woman in her 30’s 3 children in 1st 5th and 9th grade
Her hair was brown, the saturation starts to fade
She looks at the clock, she’s been working all night
It’s 11:56, a little more work can’t hurt, right?
Time flies by like dragons in the air
Clock tower strikes 12, her nose starts to flare,
[music speeds, more demonic. Mans voice]
“Knock knock knock, hello?
Do you need me to go?
I’m new to the town, the stores closed,
Can I buy some food? Not mad at no, I wont oppose
[the singer]
the lady looks up from her laptop
Fixes her crop top
Opens the door to see a man
Clean as can be calls himself Dan
[lady voice]
“Ummm sure, come on in…
You look tired, some gin?”
[Mans voice]
“Yeah I’d like that,
You looked tired, you sure you’re good to cut chat?”
[singer]
The man pulls out his gun and presses it against her neck
Move so sudden, she’s already a wreck
Pressed to hard to scream,
[Mans voice]
“I’ll tear you at the seams
I don’t make threats I make promises
So what I said is what I mean
Hell is what’ll come with this
[singers voice]
He pulls the trigger and blood spatters
She can breathe, but the phone is what matters
Her vocal chords have been strung too hard
[Mans voice]
“Come on, you picked that card”
[Singers voice]
He cocks it again and he takes his aim
He the trigger moves, the scene a shame
[Chorus]
The clock strikes 12
And now its hell
Gun cocked
And knife stocked
Prepare to yell
Keep your door’s locked
[Verse]
Man in his 20’s, freshman in college
A party man, drinks many booze bottles.
A hotel party 3 blocks down
The mans having fun, he’s going to town,
He sees a man start to approach him
Holds his drink by the rim
[Mans voice]
Hey there mister, is this the hotel party?
Sorry, forgot to introduce, I’m Mr. McCarty
Last year senior, a place to put my stuff?
The trip here hazbin kind of rough”
[singers voice]
Mr. 20 is too drunk to answer,
He points to the closet, near a chart talking about cancer,
[Mans voice]
“Can you come with?
This stuffs heavy, I’ll need a lift
In fact, for you I got a little gift!”
[Singers voice]
He stumbles with him, vision getting blurry
But he’s done this before, no need to worry,
McCarty unzips his bag to reveal a machete
The man tries to leave, doors locked screams “help me!”
McCarty comes closer not letting out a peep,
“I’m the shepherd you sheep!”
The music drowns out the screams of the drunk,
Stuffed in the trunk
The man leaves happy
Very very sappy,
[play the Chorus 3 times fade out on guitar solo]
Details
GeneratedSep 13, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Sing, rap, dark aura, clock bell ringing beat, fast paced, electric guitar and occasional triangle hit, hard somber piano, male
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Young_E_and_OpticalG
Young_E_and_OpticalGModelAria v6
