(120 BPM, minimal, continuous tension loop)
(Intro – low, atmospheric)
Yeah…
No clock… just alerts…
No night… just cycles…
Stay up… switch off…
Stay up… switch off…
Eyes on pane… don’t drift…
Seat still warm… take the shift…
Thread alive… don’t break…
Hold the line… stay awake…
(Hook)
Sleep in a chair, yeah, I’m clockin’ in dreams
Short blackout window, then I’m back on the screen
Heartbeat sync with the hum in the seams
TTL low but it’s holding the stream
Sleep in a chair, yeah, I fade then I rise
One eye closed, one eye parse through the lies
Packets fall but the pattern feels dry
No alert fired… that’s the reason I try
(Verse 1)
Chair lean back but the spine stays locked
Glass in my face, never really log off
Neon bleed through the cracks in the blind
Every ping leave a trace in the back of my mind
Coffee went cold but the thread still live
Runbook hands, I don’t think, just drive
Signature clean but the feeling don’t fit
That’s the kind of gap where the quiet ones sit
Used to dream deep, now it fragments and splits
No full restore, just partial commits
Micro-sleep blink then I’m pulled to the pane
By a soft anomaly that don’t carry a name
We rotate on watch, never step out the flow
Seat still warm when you’re next in the row
They don’t stop, so the drift don’t slow
Pass the chair when your process go low
(Hook)
Sleep in a chair, yeah, I’m clockin’ in dreams
Short blackout window, then I’m back on the screen
Heartbeat sync with the hum in the seams
TTL low but it’s holding the stream
Sleep in a chair, yeah, I fade then I rise
One eye closed, one eye parse through the lies
Packets fall but the pattern feels dry
No alert fired… that’s the reason I try
(Verse 2)
Back to the wall, got the terminal lit
Every keystroke land like a loaded commit
No loud crash, just a low-slow move
East-west drift where it shouldn’t improve
Tunnel runs deep like a vein in the dark
Trace lines sketch where they left their mark
Beacon went quiet, now it’s louder than tone
Something out-of-band moving alone
Zero-day breath, never shows in the scan
You blink one frame, now it’s part of the plan
Sleep got a cost and it’s paid in the miss
So we shave it down to a microdose risk
Head drop forward, then the watchdog don’t bark
Jerk back quick—check the pane in the dark
Hash don’t line but the file look right
That’s the kind of truth that don’t show in the light
Stack feel heavy, mind mirror that too
Thread hung deep but we forcing it through
If I fall off, then the line go thin
So I pass the chair and I ghost you in
(Bridge – detached / floating)
No lullaby, just tone on repeat
No full dream, just code underneath
We don’t break, we just bend to the thread
We don’t sleep, we just idle instead
Clock skew creeping, I feel it in phase
Lost a few seconds I can’t re-raise
Never deep, never safe, never through
Just a queue and a pane and a shift to renew
(Hook – wider, layered)
Sleep in a chair, yeah, I’m clockin’ in dreams
Short blackout wind
ASDFd
