[Verse] The lenses re-angle to study her tea, A whispering rhythm of machinery. She languidly stirs up the cream in her cup, Ignoring the drones as they calibrate up. The frequency hums a syncopated beat, An ocular waltz down a monitored street. [Chorus] Smile for the optic and sway for the scan, They log the kinematics of woman and man. But she takes a stroll in an unhurried time, An indolent ghost through a digitized crime. The mainframe is choking, attempting to trace The absolute calm on her analog face. [Verse] They render her shadow, they bottle her sigh, A satellite winks from a smog-heavy sky. She tips the barista and gathers her hair, Completely immune to the cynical stare. The server farm overheats, trying to parse The lack of a panic, the lack of a farce. [Chorus] Smile for the optic and sway for the scan, They log the kinematics of woman and man. But she takes a stroll in an unhurried time, An indolent ghost through a digitized crime. The mainframe is choking, attempting to trace The absolute calm on her analog face. [Bridge] The thermal detectors are running so hot, They quantify secrets she clearly has not. They hunt for a tremor, a spike in the dread, She is humming a samba right out of her head. The facial telemetry starts to defer, It simply cannot decrypt the essence of her. [Chorus] Smile for the optic and sway for the scan, They log the kinematics of woman and man. But she takes a stroll in an unhurried time, An indolent ghost through a digitized crime. The mainframe is choking, attempting to trace The absolute calm on her analog face.
