(Verse 1)
The neon flickers on the rain-slicked street
We’re trading silence for a steady beat
Of algorithms humming behind the glass
Watching the years and the moments pass
The skyline is glowing, but the air is thin
Wondering where the real world ends and where we begin
We carry the void in a pocket device
And sacrifice wisdom to pay the price.
(Chorus)
Oh, it’s a heavy heart in a hollow room
We’re sweeping the dust beneath the broom
Waiting for saviors that never arrive
Just trying our hardest to stay alive
In the land of the plenty, but the soul is poor
We don’t know what we’re fighting for
This is the state of the spinning wheel
Turning the plastic into something real.
(Verse 2)
The ice is melting while the boardrooms meet
Counting the profits of the winter heat
A generation plugged into the grid
With eyes wide open but tightly lid
We shout at the screens from the safety of home
While the seeds of the chaos are being sown
Truth is a casualty, fading away
Lost in the noise of the judgment day.
(Bridge)
They say that the future is looking bright
But it feels like we’re walking into the night
With a bag full of worries and a head full of lies
I see the reflection in your weary eyes
But somewhere underneath the static and the fear
The truth of the moment is finally clear.
(Chorus)
Oh, it’s a heavy heart in a hollow room
We’re sweeping the dust beneath the broom
Waiting for saviors that never arrive
Just trying our hardest to stay alive
In the land of the plenty, but the soul is poor
We don’t know what we’re fighting for
This is the state of the spinning wheel
Turning the plastic into something real.
(Outro)
January ninth, twenty-twenty-six
Caught in the grind, caught in the fix
Just a whisper in the hurricane
Watching the light wash away the stain
Yeah, we’re still here
Watching it all disappear.
Electrosabotage
