(Intro)
(A low, pulsing sub-bass fades in, matching the slow tempo of a heartbeat)
(A moody, melancholic cello cuts through the darkness with a weeping melody)
(Gravelly, fragile baritone whisper, close to the mic: "The signal... I missed the signs...")
(Verse 1)
Gold on the spreadsheet, gold in the room
I’m tracing the patterns that lead to my doom
A 4 is hot crimson, a 7 is deep blue
But I lost the logic while looking for you
The scent of the coffee, a sharp jagged line
A sensory friction, a break in design
The city’s a frequency burning my eyes
And I’m just a ghost in a suit of disguise.
(Pre-Chorus)
But the signal’s getting crowded
It’s a slow-motion crash
The colors start to bleed
In a silent alarm flash
The static starts to shimmer
The edges start to fray
I need the heavy rain
To wash the noise away.
(Chorus)
Overloaded, under fire
Walking on a burning wire
Let me sink into the quiet
Where the colors turn to white
Deep dive, low tide
Nowhere left for me to hide
System reset, breathe in slow
This is where the numbers go.
(Drop / Instrumental Break)
(The hypnotic deep house groove kicks in—a driving, soulful, syncopated bassline)
(The moody cello wraps around the pulsing beat like a dark ribbon)
(Fragile, gravelly vocal chops echoing in the background: "Breathe... Reset... Low tide...")
(Verse 2)
My skin is still humming with neon and light
A beautiful violence that swallows the night
I should have retreated an hour ago
Before the crescendo, the slipstream flow
My internal clock is a second behind
Collecting the debris of a beautiful mind
The weight of every fragment is taking control
A glitch in the network, a glitch in the soul.
(Bridge)
(The driving bass drops out, leaving only the raw, gravelly baritone, fragile and naked)
(A solitary, mournful cello plucks a slow, hypnotic rhythm underneath)
It’s not a lack of feeling
It’s feeling every spark
I’m a prism catching too much light
While dancing in the dark
Stop the clock, kill the feed
This is the mercy that I need.
(Chorus)
Overloaded, under fire
Walking on a burning wire
Let me sink into the quiet
Where the colors turn to white
Deep dive, low tide
Nowhere left for me to hide
System reset, breathe in slow
This is where the numbers go.
(Outro)
(The deep house groove returns, but muffled, as if heard through a heavy concrete wall)
(The baritone vocal gets rougher, more fragile, slowly fading out)
System reset...
In the white...
I missed the sign...
Wait for the echo...
(The bass stops, leaving one final, long, melancholic cello note that fades into total silence)
(Whisper: "Clear.")
Symmetry
