[Intro] [Spacious, reversed cymbal swell] Tick... tock... drip... [Verse 1] The fluorescent light hums a mantra in B-flat My keyboard is a tombstone for dreams I once had The spreadsheet columns sway like trees in a storm But my reflection is fractured, distorted, and worn [Verse 2] The coffee is a potion that turns gold into lead My ambition lies sleeping in a corporate bed I see the clock face dripping like a Dali design Every minute a river I'm trying to climb [Chorus 1] But I hear a frequency beyond the static screech A voice that warps the walls just out of reach It says, (Child, the rat race is a maze you drew Let the kaleidoscope of grace break through) (Verse 3) My boss is a hologram, my paycheck a ghost I'm chasing the dragon of the thing I fear most But under the feedback, a melody pure A promise that my labor is not the cure (Chorus 2) For I feel a vibration beneath the office floor A love that doesn't tally up the score It says, (Rest your weary head upon the sound In the stillness, true provision can be found) [Bridge] [Modulated, phased-out solo] Let the colors bleed... let the structure fade... The Kingdom is not a spreadsheet... It's a garden in the static... [Outro] [Reversed vocals fading] ...drip... tock... peace.
