They turned the clock, nae turned the sin, fifteen ticks tae let death in. Mercy signed wi’ shakin hand, then ripped apart, nae worth the stand. The law stood still, the rope gaed live, truth haud its breath — time did survive. Paper crowns an hollow aiths, countin seconds like broken banes. Time swung the blade — an smiled. STROPHE 2 Civil hands — barbarian deed, ye kill in law, ye kill in creed. Silk on wrists, bluid on grund, prayers said low — nae god around. Courts speak clean, the knives speak true, history yawns an stares at you. Nae rage left, nae tears tae gain, just time takin joy in pain. Time swung the blade — an smiled. PRE-CHORUS Ye dinnae own time, ye dinnae own breath. Nae crown, nae court grants leave tae death. CHORUS Ye dinnae own time! Ye dinnae own breath! Nae law alive can bless a death! (Stop.) STROPHE 3 The clock wis clean, the hands wis braw, history washed its feet o’ blaw. “Nae crime,” they said, “just timing wrang,” quo’ the men that rang the sang. Steel ne’er fell — the second did, an time obeyed like faithfu’ kid. Nae beast, nae rage, nae murder’s face, just minutes dressed in gallows lace. Time swung the blade — an smiled. BREAKDOWN (HALF-TIME) (maximal ekelhaft) Ye dinnae own time. (pause) Ye dinnae own breath. (pause) Ye dinnae own life — YE DINNAE OWN DEATH. Time… swung… the blade… an smiled. STROPHE 4 Nae absolution carved in law, nae clean hands in a timed-out war. Ye didnae judge — ye scheduled pain, an cried it order, cried it sane. History forgets nae coward’s lie, it counts yer minutes as ye die. The clock still ticks, its teeth bared close — mind this when time collects yer dose. FINAL CHORUS Ye dinnae own time! Ye dinnae own breath! Nae throne, nae court grants leave tae death! Time swung the blade — an smiled. But we mind