Clocking In

[intro] [low hum] [badge scan beep] [warehouse ambient hum] [keyboard clicks faint] [verse1] Back from break… door swings slow Badge in hand… lights barely glow Walk through aisles… everything still Numbers check out… but something’s ill [pre-chorus] Forms are open… totals align Nothing missing… no red signs Still a feeling… in the pit Something’s off… but can’t place it [chorus] Checked my orders… looks the same Signed and cleared… nothing to blame Something subtle… under the line Feels not wrong… but not quite mine [verse2] Overorders left… just to be safe Now they’re exact… no extra space Everything flowing… smooth and right Yet my gut says… not quite right [pre-chorus] I scan the logs… no names appear Nothing changed… nothing to fear Still a whisper… behind my eyes Orders correct… yet something hides [chorus] Checked my orders… looks the same Signed and cleared… nothing to blame Something subtle… under the line Feels not wrong… but not quite mine [bridge] [data pulse] [cursor flick faint] I can’t tell… what changed Or who moved… anything strange [break] [808 drop] [industrial hit] [chorus] Checked my orders… looks the same Signed and cleared… nothing to blame Something subtle… under the line Feels not wrong… but not quite mine [outro] [low hum] [airy pad] Still it flows… all in place Something’s off… I can’t trace