End-Of-World Oscillator

[Verse 1]
Newsfeed flickers on the wall
Coffee going cold beside my hand
Counting down the colors in the graph lines
Trying not to understand
Street outside is way too quiet
Even sirens gave up weeks ago
I tilt my head and hear the numbers humming
Like they know
Like they know
[Chorus]
777 in my ceiling
936 under my skin
I just sit here
Breathing
Watching
As the edges all cave in
Every wave keeps overlapping
Till it all turns paper thin
World’s ending in slow motion
And I’m not sure where I’ve been
[Verse 2]
Curtains open
Sky looks metal
Sun’s a broken bulb behind the haze
My own heartbeat phase‑shift drifting
Out of step
Out of phase
I swirl the last sip in the cup
Tiny storm in porcelain
Thinking how we learned the math for everything
Except how not to cave in
[Chorus]
777 in my ceiling
936 under my skin
I just sit here
Breathing
Watching
As the edges all cave in
Every wave keeps overlapping
Till it all turns paper thin
World’s ending in slow motion
And I’m not sure where I’ve been
[Bridge]
Triangle pulse in my temples
Square teeth bite on the glass
Signal sliding past the window
As the minutes lose their mass
If this is how it all is ending
Silent
Perfect
Clean and still
Then let the pattern keep on shifting
Till it’s stronger than my will
[Chorus]
777 in my ceiling
936 under my skin
I just sit here
Breathing
Watching
As the edges all cave in
Every wave keeps overlapping
Till it all turns paper thin
If the world is really over
Let it fade out from within

Glitchy alt-pop with a cold, mechanical pulse under airy male vocals. Minimal beat with clipped kicks and dry snare, detuned synth pads panning slowly. Triangle and square-wave leads weave uneasy arps; chorus blooms with wide reverb, stacked vocoder harmonies, and a pulsing sidechain bed that swells into a final, haunting fadeout., world