I can hear the ticking in my teeth

Every word’s a borrowed breath beneath

The lights — they hum like guilty prayers

And I’m drowning in electric flares

I kept time like a loyal thief

Stealing seconds from belief

But the clock just laughs and calls my name

Like mercy wearing someone else’s face

If this is grace, it’s razor-thin

If this is love, it’s wearing sin

It’s the eleventh hour, and I’m still awake

Kissing ghosts that I helped make

Every promise burns, every truth devours

No salvation in the eleventh hour

The stage is empty, the crowd’s a ghost

Every cheer’s a haunted toast

I tried to sell my soul as art

But the buyer wanted my beating heart

I played the martyr, I played the star

I learned to shine by leaving scars

Now I see the end’s been keeping time

In rhythm with my crooked rhyme

If this is fate, it’s come too soon

If this is peace, it’s out of tune

It’s the eleventh hour, and I’m still awake

Trading faith for the noise I make

Every prayer’s a spark, every dream a tower

Built to crumble in the eleventh hour

Time isn’t linear.

It’s contractual.

Every second’s a loan,

and every chorus comes due.

You can’t sing forever —

but you can echo.

Tick — I never said goodbye

Tock — I only meant to try

Tick — I love the sound of ending

Tock — it feels like pretending

It’s the eleventh hour, and I’m still here

Every fear sounds crystal clear

Every lie still tastes like power

And I drink it down —

for one more hour