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Clockwork
“Clockwork” lives in the moment Scarlett realizes her smile has become automatic. It feels like being admired for the performance, not the pulse beneath it. There’s sweetness, applause, and repetition, but also a quiet exhaustion—of being wound up, useful, adored, and gently emptied, again and again, until identity blurs into function and the ticking never stops.
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THE VERSES
Give me a coin
I'm a clockwork puppet
Put it in the slot
I'm a clockwork puppet
You get what you got
I'm a clockwork puppet
I turn on the spot
I'm a clockwork puppet
So happy and gay
I'm a clockwork puppet
I'll come out and play
I'm a clockwork puppet
Then when you are bored
I'm a clockwork puppet
Put me back in my drawer
I'm a clockwork puppet
Ooh
I'm a clockwork puppet
Ah
I'm a clockwork puppet
Oh
I'm a clockwork puppet
Mm
I'm a clockwork puppet
You think you're free
I'm a clockwork puppet
But you're just like me
I'm a clockwork puppet
I'm the same as you
I'm a clockwork puppet
I'm a clockwork puppet
Too
I'm a clockwork puppet
I'm a clockwork puppet
I'm a clockwork puppet
I'm a clockwork puppet
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
Enter the Gate