Prompt / Lyrics
(~105 BPM, even flatter, less percussion, more low-frequency drift, electro hi-tech, triphop, female) (Intro) Day one… Day twenty… Day fifty… …lost count. No sleep cycle. Just uptime. (Hook) Sleep in a chair, that’s the only mode Hundred days deep, I don’t feel my soul Code on the wall, yeah it overload If I go down, then the whole thing goes Sleep in a chair, I don’t dream no more Micro-blackout, then I’m back at war Eyes stay open but my brain stay torn Hundred days in and I’m still not gone (Verse 1) Hundred days, I ain’t seen a night Just screen glow burnin’ in my sight Clock broke early, time went flat Every minute just a loop like that Chair got shape of my spine now Same position when the alarms sound Legs go numb but I don’t stand Whole system hang if I lift my hand Packets hit like a constant wave No silence here, no time to save Every breach got a different face Every second I’m losin’ space You ever feel like your thoughts lag slow? Like your own mind on a buffer flow? Still I track every single thread While my body feel halfway dead (Hook) Sleep in a chair, that’s the only mode Hundred days deep, I don’t feel my soul Code on the wall, yeah it overload If I go down, then the whole thing goes (Verse 2) I seen patterns that ain’t real code Ghost lines movin’ where they don’t go Heard alerts when the system clean Brain still ringin’ from what it seen Dreams don’t come, they leak instead Fragments stuck in a waking thread Close my eyes, still see the logs Numbers drift like a heavy fog Hands still type but I don’t feel skin Just response to the state I’m in Muscle memory run the shift I ain’t here but I don’t drift No backup, no second line If I crack, then it all unwind So I sit, and I hold, and I grind, and I lock While the world outside just stops (Bridge) Don’t sleep… don’t slip… Don’t blink… don’t miss… Stay up… stay on… Stay here… stay gone… (Verse 3) Hundred days, now I get the cost What you keep when the rest get lost I ain’t tired, I’m past that state I just function at a different rate Chair ain’t rest, it’s a control node This ain’t life, it’s a survival code No off switch, no safe release Just hold the line ‘til the signal cease If I make it, I don’t go back Mind too wired from the constant attack Part of me stayed in the screen that night Other part still holdin’ the fight (Final Hook) Sleep in a chair, that’s the only mode Hundred days deep, I don’t feel my soul Code on the wall, yeah it overload If I go down, then the whole thing goes Sleep in a chair… I don’t wake the same Something broke that don’t get a name Hundred days and I still remain… Hold the line… through the static rain… (Outro) Day… one hundred… …still here. [Male Vocal]
Tags
~105 BPM, even flatter, less percussion, more low-frequency drift, electro hi-tech, triphop, female
Duration
3:39
Instrumental
No
Created
4/14/2026