[Intro — Whispered] The cave has central heating. The hunter has a password. [Verse 1] A blue rectangle cuts the night. The room is quiet, the body still. A thousand signals compete for sight. The ancient animal waits for the kill. The target moves across the screen. A number changes, a graph turns red. I call it work, I call it meaning. I forget the room around my head. [Pre-Chorus] No footsteps. No weather. No distance to cross. Just a beautiful system That measures the loss. [Chorus] Welcome to the Abstraction Cave, Where nothing moves and everything is urgent. We trade the world for the worlds we save, And call the distance from the body progress. Welcome to the Abstraction Cave, A velvet trap with a perfect interface. We sit so still, we feel so brave, While evolution watches from a quiet place. [Verse 2] The fridge is empty, the clock is late. A message waits from the other room. I postpone the small things I call fate, As if the universe needs more room. The glowing cave has no horizon, No final dawn, no natural end. Just one more thought to keep me rising, One more distraction dressed as a friend. [Bridge — Synths expand] If the screen goes black, Will the mission end? Will I stand up straight? Will I see my friend? If the signal fades, If the numbers fall, Will I hear the kettle? Will I hear the call? [Final Chorus — Wider, more emotional] Welcome to the Abstraction Cave, Where nothing moves and everything is urgent. We trade the world for the worlds we save, And call the distance from the body progress. Welcome to the Abstraction Cave, The oldest waiting game in a modern place. The hunter never left the cave. He only learned to stare into space. [Outro — Whispered] Close the window. Open the door. There is a world outside the metaphor.
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