Lyric

A circle burns in quiet steel

Turning the ceiling into a seal

Not of silence, not of night

But a compass carved in light

Every tick is a blade that bends

Every mark is where matter ends

No disguise, no borrowed face

Only motion, raw and brave

Orbit on the ceiling high

Etching futures through the sky

Every second splits the chain

Time erupts and starts again

Numbers fall like molten glass

Fractured minutes, built to last

Ceiling tremors guide the room

From the cradle to the bloom

Every tick is a pulse of fire

Every turn a new empire

Not decay, not old routine

But a surge the world has never seen

Orbit on the ceiling high

Etching futures through the sky

Every second splits the chain

Time erupts and starts again

Rise, ignite, the circle breaks

Stone and steel, the old world shakes

Hands unbound, the wheel ascends

Every moment re-begins

Orbit on the ceiling high

Etching futures through the sky

Every second splits the chain

Time erupts and starts again

Above my head, eternal flame

Ceiling clock, I call your name