[Intro] Woke to the drip… thought it was rain… But it’s my ship takin’ water, again and again… [Verse 1] Screen light bleeds, a red-tide glow, Coffers shrinkin’, current pulls below. Netflix tug on the starboard side, Spotify’s undertow, nickel-and-dime tide. Signed on the line for a digital dream, Now the tide comes due with a silent scheme. Thought I was captain, sailin’ proud and free, But phantom currents made a fool of me. [Chorus] Subscription currents—quiet little thief, A thousand tiny leaks erodin’ belief. This iron hull drinks the rising red, A debit tide where my hopes once bled. Drip, drip, drop—corrosion in my soul, Green turned black like forgotten coal. Leaky wreck driftin’ through the endless night, Wake of numbers, no shoreline in sight. [Verse 2] Gym pass grins from the couch I keep, Meal kits rot in a bay too deep. Apps like barnacles, draggin’ my keel, Gnawin’ my wages with a slow-burn steal. Each one a pinprick, hollow plink in the hold, Pennies ring cold in the bilge so old. Chased that glow, now the tide won’t turn, Anchors rust while the lanterns burn. [Chorus] Subscription currents—quiet little thief, A thousand tiny leaks erodin’ belief. This iron hull drinks the rising red, A debit tide where my hopes once bled. Drip, drip, drop—corrosion in my soul, Green turned black like forgotten coal. Leaky wreck driftin’ through the endless night, Wake of numbers, no shoreline in sight. [Bridge – Hushed, Reflective, Sparse Guitar] Tried patchin’ the hull with a steady hand, Cancel one leak—two more made their stand. Sirens in the fog hum, “One more try,” My fortune’s a ghost ship slippin’ by. We all sail fleets in the same tight loops, Dragged to the depths by invisible troops. Ain’t no cure for the flood in my veins, Just blues in the bilge, shackled by chains. [Verse 3] Porch light flickers as the mail comes round, Bills stack high like stones in the ground. Ink runs red on a ledger scroll, Seaweed of fees strangles the soul. Cut the lines, tried to stem the flow, But the digital sea just laughed—said no. Leaky wreck driftin’ on through the gray, Chain on my chest, pullin’ me away. [Outro – Fade On Chorus Lines, Weary Voice + Harmonica] Subscription currents… quiet little thief… A thousand tiny leaks… erodin’ belief… Leaky, sinkin’ wreck… drip, drip, drop… Green gone black… can’t plug the stop… No harbor… no light… just the endless night…
