(Intro Sound of a low engine growl, radio static, then a jarring tape-stop SNAP Verse 1)
AC on blast, streets empty and chaotic.
Shift's in the rearview, city's pulse is fadin'.
Know these roads like veins, but my mind’s still invadin'.
Headlights carve the void, just a laser through the haze,
Bassline thumpin' loud, lost in a mental maze.
91 to the 15, yeah, I’m wired to the grid,
Cravin’ my bed, bones beggin’ for a break,
But my head's playin' tricks I can't shake.
(Chorus Music warps and skips, a glitched vocal chop “ti-ti-tick”)
Yeah, I’m slippin’ through the clock, clock, clock,
Streetlights meltin’ in my thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
Swore it’s midnight, but the dawn’s creepin’ high,
Got a shadow in the driver’s seat, starin’ through my eyes.
Yeah, I’m slippin’ through the clock, clock, clock,
Heartbeat stumbles like a fractured rock, rock, rock.
Tank’s full, miles don’t add up right,
Woke up in tomorrow, trapped in yesterday’s light.
(Verse 2)
Ever feel your skin ain’t yours, floatin’ outside?
Just a ghost in the car, along for the ride?
Grip’s on the wheel, locked in the zone,
But my soul's in the backseat, on its own.
Pass that crooked sign, the one I always curse,
Blink, it’s gone—now the world feels reversed.
See the road start to twist, see the lines start to bleed,
A flicker of a moment, a planted seed.
(Chorus Music fractures, heavier glitches, reversed echoes)
Yeah, I’m slippin’ through the clock, clock, clock,
Streetlights meltin’ in my thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
Swore it’s midnight, but the dawn’s creepin’ high,
Got a shadow in the driver’s seat, starin’ through my eyes.
Yeah, I’m slippin’ through the clock, clock, clock,
Heartbeat stumbles like a fractured rock, rock, rock.
Tank’s full, miles don’t add up right,
Woke up in tomorrow, trapped in yesterday’s light.
(Bridge Beat drops to a hollow, throbbing synth pulse)
Hold up. Where’s the turn? This ain’t my route.
Road’s gettin’ narrower, world’s shuttin’ out.
Far off, a flicker—neon buzzin’ in the black,
A checkpoint glowin’, ain’t no comin’ back.
Fifty miles, six hours—math ain’t addin’ right.
Last I checked, stars were paintin’ the sky,
Now the sun’s in my face, and I don’t know why.
(Outro Beat returns, slowed to a crawl. Ad-libs are faint murmurs)
Where’m I at? (Where?)
What time is it? (What?)
Hours… lost. (Lost.)
Fuel… gone. (Gone.)
Time…
(Sound of the engine choking, then silence.)
