(Iconic drum and bass fused pounding 808 basslines, intimate male-female narrative vocals in a Phonograph cylinder echoes)
(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 – Female Vocal, glitch-chop)
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 – Male Vocal, smooth)
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
### MOVEMENT II: THE SPIKE
(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
(Verse 2 – Tighter cadence, Female Hype)
Queue building…
Don’t clear… don’t clear…
Queue stack high, I can feel the weight
No alert spike but it’s far from safe
East-west drift in a silent state
That’s the kind of move that don’t show late
Packets land but they land too clean
No jitter in the line, no in-between
That’s the kind of flow that don’t stay real
That’s the kind of calm that don’t reveal
🔥 (Hyper Build – Snare roll accelerates)
Low and slow—still it grows
No one sees—how it flows
Out-of-band—no exposed
That’s the lane—it chose
💥 (DROP – Aggressive, Bass-driven)
Queue—don’t clear
Hold—right here
No—signal spike
Still—ain’t right
(Verse 3 – Male Vocal, Smooth over Peak Energy)
Hash all match but the file don’t sit
Check the checksum, I don’t commit
Clock skew lean just a fraction bit
That’s the kind of shift that don’t legit
Thread still live but it stretch too thin
Too many pulls and it might not spin
If I drop now then the line cave in
So I lock in deeper and I lean within
(Outro)
No alert—no trace
Still feel—displaced
System—too straight
That’s how—it breaks
Queue still building…
Still building…
(Fade to static)
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