[Verse]
Bronze teeth on the floor biting into the pulse below
Gong fades slow
Skin on the drum like a heartbeat dragged through steel and wire and static glow
You hear that low
I walk through neon rice fields where the concrete grows in rows that never know the snow
[Verse 2]
Steam from the street climbs high like a prayer that forgot where it was supposed to go
Tell me what you know
Strings swell big like a tidal wave choking on oil and code and late night radio
I move too slow
You talk about progress but your hands still shake when the bronze wheel starts to roll and roll
[Verse 3]
Pixel temples shiver under halogen moons and a siren that will not fade
Old light in a new arcade
Circuits chant soft like monks made of copper and dust and unpaid wage
Who sold the age
I taste burnt sugar and gasoline while the mallets fall like rain on a rusted cage
[Verse 4]
Skyscraper shadows bend to the rhythm of a drum that nobody wants to claim
Call it my name
Every hit on the plate is a face I forgot in the glow of a borrowed screen
Nothing is clean
I stand in the crush of the crowd and I scream at the sky made of glass and machine and flame