[Opening – spoken, calm, detached] This is your voice. Recorded. Played back. Slowed down. Like someone else’s dream. [Verse 1] I dial a number that doesn’t exist. It rings. And rings. And rings. No one answers, but the machine breathes. A woman says: Please leave your message after the tone. But there’s no tone. Just silence. And static. [Chorus – mantra-like repetition] Hello? Hello? Hello? Who’s listening? [Verse 2 – fragmented, with pauses] In the city, the traffic lights speak in code. Green. Amber. Red. Stop. Wait. Go. The billboards are watching, the cameras are blinking. You look up— and the sky is just a giant screen. [Bridge – whispered, mechanical rhythm] Data in. Data out. Signal lost. Signal found. Are you still there? Yes. No. Yes. No. [Chorus – colder, detached] Hello? Hello? Hello? Who’s listening? [Outro – minimal, spoken flatly] This is your voice. This is not your voice. This is someone else’s story. Played back. On repeat. On repeat. On repeat.
