THE SCRIPTED CITY

[Verse 1] Seven o'clock. The static ignites. Signs lighting up for ghost-filled nights. Motion in lobbies, a cycle in gear, The engine is running, but nobody’s here. Amber and neon. A scripted display. The city performs in the usual way. Function and duty. The rhythm is set. Wake up. Repeat. A life to forget. [Pre-Chorus] The display. The display. Maximum effect. The display. The display. Nothing left to check. [Chorus] The display is on. The display is running. It was here before you. It’s cold and it’s stunning. The display is on. The display is running. Long after you’re gone. Long after you’re nothing. [Verse 2] Eight o'clock. The appropriate crowd. Appropriate silence. Appropriate loud. The evening’s a contract. Signed and performed. Go home when the silence is safely restored. Bottles at angles. The volume is right. Talking in circles. Controlled by the light. Talk till the meaning is hollow and thin. While the display keeps on spinning within. [Bridge] (Beat drops out - atmosphere only) Nobody turned it off. Nobody remembered why. It runs because it runs. Under a synthetic sky. The lights are beautiful. The motion is divine. Stand here long enough... And you’ll forget the finish line. [Final Chorus] (Full energy, high-gloss liquid roll) The display is on. The display is running. It was here before you. It’s cold and it’s stunning. The display is on. The display is running. Long after you’re gone. Long after you’re nothing. [Outro] Still running. Still running. The display... (Fade out into electronic hum)