[Intro] [Verse 1] Binary code in a cursive font Counts the ghosts of everyone I want A ticker tape parade for a vacant lot Did I get the memo? I forgot The screen is a mirror with the silver scraped off Just a pane of glass and a digital cough They multiply the metric, they magnify the myth Another soul for the monolith [Pre-Chorus] And the line graph climbs like a skyline drawn in wire Is this the validation I was meant to acquire? Is this the art? Or just the architecture of the fire? [Chorus 1 ] A thousand fans on the treadmill, running Can't stop now, the future's coming I hear the echo, the engine's humming A thousand fans on the treadmill, running Is this winning? [Verse 2] I was a wolf with a borrowed kiss Now I'm a pet in the metropolis They feed me clicks, they tell me I'm a hit While the feral part of me learns to sit My heart beats like a hammer in a velvet case Putting on a brave, synthetic face Remember writing anthems for the seventeen-year-old? Now I write to do what I am told [Pre-Chorus] And the line graph climbs, a cardiogram of wire Is this the coronation I was meant to acquire? Is this the art? Or just the funeral pyre? [Chorus 2] A thousand fans on the treadmill, running Can't stop now, the future's coming I hear the echo, the engine's humming A thousand fans on the treadmill, running Is this living? [Bridge] I wrote a letter of accusation A single word for a generation Now I'm the subject of the same equation A willing captive in the simulation What I thought it was, it isn't now... It isn't now... [Instrumental break] [Chorus 3] A thousand fans on the treadmill, burning! Too late now, the lesson's learning! I feel the friction, the gears are turning! A thousand fans on the treadmill, burning! This is it, then. [Outro]
