Lyric

Truth is, I carry the power to end it all

A funny little threat tucked inside my palm

Still, I’m proud of how thin my patience is

And how fast that kettle’s set to hiss

What’s the number on my doomsday clock tonight?

Tiny seconds slip but I keep holding tight

I bite my tongue for the sake of humankind—

Keep the world turning, one calm breath at a time

Don’t pet my head if the dog will bark

Don’t shove me in the train when it’s already dark

I’m counting down but I’m holding back the hand—

Please don’t make me flip the switch on this land

I’ll smile and swallow fire, I’ll swallow all your sighs

Because I’m trying to save you, even while I rise

Today I got scolded for jumping on the train

Clicked my tongue at a client—then felt the same

Left the trash a moment late, they sighed so loud

Canceled plans? Ostracized—lost in the crowd

They say even Buddha’s patience breaks by three

If the saint can crack, what about me?

My doomsday clock keeps ticking, soft and mean

But I glue the hands and hold the scene

Lately a thought keeps tugging at my sleeve:

What if someone else arrives before I grieve?

What if the world’s end comes from someone’s hand?

So I joke — I’ll end the danger if danger stands

If there’s a threat that’s coming for us all

Maybe I should crush that danger before it crawls

Don’t push my buttons, don’t raise my blood

I’ll guard this fragile, noisy neighborhood

I’ll swallow fury, bury every spike—

Even when the clock keeps stealing time

I’ll keep my temper bottled, tiptoe through the nights

Because I’m trying to keep the world alive

If it ever came down to a final call

I’d rather laugh than watch the towers fall

So please—be kind, and keep your distance, friend

My countdown’s short, but mercy wins in the end