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News flashes cutting through the dark
Scientists in Chicago mark the arc
Fingers on the glass, a chill down the spine
The world is frozen on the borderline
It’s not a game, not a writer’s lie
Our twenty-first century is running dry
Each step we take is on paper-thin ice
We’re paying the cost, we’re paying the price
Eighty-five seconds
Just a single breath
Eighty-five seconds
Caught in the face of death
The needle is locked, the granite starts to melt
The gears of madness are all that’s felt
Can we ever learn? Can we ever save?
Eighty-five seconds to the final grave
Years turned to minutes, then time slipped away
Now seconds are ripping our world into gray
An atomic dawn or a breath of clear air?
Too late for questions, there’s nobody there
Phone screens are bleeding out nothing but fear
The future is fading, the end drawing near
Some look for exits, some build a wall
But the abyss is waiting to swallow us all
Eighty-five seconds
Just a single breath
Eighty-five seconds
Caught in the face of death
The needle is locked, the granite starts to melt
The gears of madness are all that’s felt
Can we ever learn? Can we ever save?
Eighty-five seconds to the final grave
One, two, three... time’s out of reach
Ten, twenty, thirty... the silence will preach
Fifty and sixty... ash on the breeze
Cremation for all! Everyone, freeze
Can we wake up to see a new day?
Less than two minutes to find a new way
Less than two minutes to simply survive
Eighty-five seconds
Just a single breath
Eighty-five seconds
Caught in the face of death
The needle is locked, the granite starts to melt
The gears of madness are all that’s felt
Can we ever learn? Can we ever save?
Eighty-five seconds to the final grave
Digits on the board like a curse in the night
Some search for meaning, some look for the light
Network algorithms accelerating the pace
New enemies rising all over the place
The world is tangled in wires and lies
Satellites watching from cold, empty skies
The planet is hanging by a single thread
One step from the blood that is yet to be shed
Eighty-five seconds
Just a single breath
Eighty-five seconds
Caught in the face of death
The needle is locked, the granite starts to melt
The gears of madness are all that’s felt
Can we ever learn? Can we ever save?
Eighty-five seconds to the final grave
Will the horizon burn or just fade to black?
No oracle left to bring us all back
Steel cities crumbled, glass souls in the rain
The cup is overflowing with history’s pain
We’re prisoners of buttons, of systems and pride
With nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide
And the ticking of seconds beats deep in the head
How much is left of the path we have tread?
Tomorrow’s sunrise is a ghost in the gray
The air tastes of ruin, of smog and decay
But while there is time, let the screen burn bright
We’ll stitch up the scars in the dying light
Even if the needle hits zero tonight
I’ll scream that I love you before there’s no light
Eighty-five seconds — a lifetime to hold
If a man remembers the name he was told
Eighty-five seconds
Just a single breath
Eighty-five seconds
Caught in the face of death
The needle is locked, the granite starts to melt
The gears of madness are all that’s felt
Can we ever learn? Can we ever save?
Eighty-five seconds to the final grave
Eighty-five seconds
Silence
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