[Intro – instrumental | dreamy digital ambience] (Soft detuned pads slowly bloom. Notification chimes echo like distant bells. Elastic bass pulses under a drifting synth haze.) [Verse 1] Every screen a different future, every voice a different truth. Maps redraw themselves each minute, every path replaced by two. News is pouring through the ceiling, thoughts collide in neon light. Everyone is almost certain — no one thinks they might be right. [Pre-Chorus] Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. [Chorus – false euphoria, bright and confident] We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don’t arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high, but I’m not going there. [Verse 2] Cities glowing twenty colors, choices falling like the rain. Every answer births a thousand slightly different ones again. Nobody says “this is the answer”, every road dissolves in gray. We keep hovering above it, never landing anywhere. [Pre-Chorus] Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. [Chorus – false euphoria, bigger and brighter] We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don’t arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high, but I’m not going there. [Bridge – tension, systems collapsing] Then the satellites go silent. Power grids begin to fail. Every screen that held our answers flickers once and turns to pale. Crowds are standing in the crossroads. Someone whispers: “What now?” But the language of decisions was forgotten long ago. [Instrumental – drifting glitch ambience] (Detuned pads sag and wobble. Fragments of notification sounds. Elastic bass slowing like a heartbeat.) [Final Chorus – hollow realization] We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don’t arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high, but I’m not going there. [Outro – quiet dystopia] Empty towers blinking softly, silent signals in the sky. All the futures we were saving fade before we choose one life. [END – hard stop, no fade-out]
