Something’s moving underneath. Not outside. Underneath. I woke up with the rhythm already running, Little red light blinking like something’s coming, Didn’t press start, didn’t touch the machine, But the floor started moving underneath my feet. There’s a little voice hiding inside the noise, Turning every signal into broken toys, I said slow down, It said not today, Then the bassline laughed And carried me away. Keep moving… I don’t know where. Keep moving… I don’t care. One thought becomes two. Two become four. Four start knocking On the inside of the door. Then the door disappears. There’s a rhythm in the wiring, There’s a pulse in the wall, Something keeps climbing Every time I fall. I tried to switch it off, I tried to disappear, But the machine got louder When I got near. Near — near — near — near. Don’t fight it. Don’t freeze. Don’t wait for permission. Move with the noise. I can feel it coming through… Through what? Everything. The room is breathing. The speakers are sweating. The walls are bending But nobody’s leaving. Clock on the table. Light on the floor. One more little signal And I’m asking for more. More… More… More… That’s the problem. I like the problem. I’M STILL HERE. I’M STILL MOVING. I’M STILL HEARING EVERYTHING. Left. Right. Inside. Outside. WHERE DOES IT GO? It goes… ROUND. Maybe the noise isn’t broken. Maybe it’s trying to speak. Maybe the strange things Were always there. Maybe I just Finally listened. Keep moving… Yeah. Keep moving.
