Prompt / Lyrics
(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
Tags
Minimal tech, continuous tension build loop to hard electro drum pattern, drop the Hi-Tech shift
Duration
3:57
Instrumental
No
Created
4/2/2026