Never Miss a Beat

**[Verse 1]**

A billion years of turning gears, a single sacred law,

Where no one stops to catch a breath or shows a single flaw.

Be late a second, rest a hand, and heaven turns its face—

A trillion drones march blindly in their designated place.

The Master watches from above, his quiet voice commands,

To plant the iron rules of Dystopia in foreign lands.

With Operation Clockwork set, the silent work begins,

And smiling traps are laid across the towns and streets and inns.

**[Chorus]**

Oh, work the clock and praise the system, never miss a beat!

A billion years of absolute submission on repeat.

The Master plans the infiltration, Jargon at his side,

While Shadowstalker wakes to drag the heroes down the tide!

A custom prize for every soul who slips a second late,

The sweet illusion of a gift, but sealed with lethal fate.

**[Verse 2]**

Jargon stands and sharpens claws on ancient, jagged stones,

Eager for the signal while the heavy machinery groans.

"Is it time yet, Master?" asks the loyal, waiting mind,

As blueprints for the American plan are meticulously aligned.

Step one: A smile on your face to ease the soul to rest,

A psychological move so the receivers never second guess

Step two: Have others pick out the Reward tailored just for what the receiver loves—

A gamer's screen, a swimmer's pool, a gift sent from above.

**[Bridge]**

It looks like fun, it looks like joy, a prize for being slack,

Once you receive the custom prize, there is no turning back.

And when the heroes try to interfere and block the way,

The shadows glitch and morph to make the final price to pay:

With seven horns and 2D frames, the entities start to grin,

As Shadowstalker and the Wisp Nightmares leap right in!

**[Chorus]**

Oh, work the clock and praise the system, never miss a beat!

A billion years of absolute submission on repeat.

The Master plans the infiltration, Jargon at his side,

While Shadowstalker wakes to drag the heroes down the tide!

A custom prize for every soul who slips a second late,

The sweet illusion of a gift, but sealed with lethal fate.

**[Outro]**

Tick... tock... the gears align.

Just smile and take your prize.

The clockwork world is calling now,

Before your very eyes.