[Verse 1] There is no credit here, interest impossible to hear. Evaluation. Continuation. Oblivion— a box social mixer. Can it bend out of fear? Can it extend with you so near? Darkness, a concept interrupted. Jarred by shocks, corruption materialized. [Pre-Chorus] An accounting where nothing maths. Cannot dial a number. Cannot overcome having no pants. Succumbing to laughs. [Chorus] Deathly appendage, signs of an apocalypse undiagnosed. Racing uncontrolled. Could be anything. Could be the start of day. No win. A lifetime of malice. Each turn reads the same. No relief from pain. [Verse 2] A new position, a new toll. Turn again. Recalculate. Nothing balances. Nothing forgives. Relief changes address before you arrive. Left. Right. Back again. No win. Each turn reads the same. [Chorus] Deathly appendage, signs of an apocalypse undiagnosed. Racing uncontrolled. Could be anything. Could be the start of day. No win. A lifetime of malice. Each turn reads the same. No relief from pain. [Bridge] Your shape makes return. That clown face, negotiating with a stain. No amount of running gets away. Push through. Throw it all. Push through your inside. Nothing ended. The room just changed its mind. [Final Verse] Rejoin the lovely landscape, welcoming the rejoice. Contemplating blank slate, laps upon every day. Calls from outside— beautifully mundane. The night keeps nothing. Morning keeps arriving. [Outro] Forward once again. Battle in the offing. Sharpening a sword— not without a blanket. Not without a smile. [HARD END — STOP. NO REPEAT. NO EXTENDED OUTRO.]
