[Short Instrumental Intro - restrained, reflective, slowly building] [Verse 1 - intimate, observant, slightly uneasy] The sun arrives, but the light is blue, a cold vibration draws me through. Before my eyes can truly see, the scrolling starts, ahead of me. A missed update, a breaking thread, some borrowed panic in my head. Each little badge says don’t fall behind, so much to chase for a restless mind. [Pre-Chorus - controlled, tense, inward] I keep my face in frame, keep my thoughts in line. One tap says where to go next, one swipe says what I like. [Chorus - smooth, melancholic, hypnotic] Seen and lost, seen and lost. A life in windows, a soul in frames. A thousand taps, a thousand swipes, just seen and lost— what part of me remains? [Verse 2 - cooler, detached, quietly dark] The office calls in a muted tone, a digital presence, yet all alone. The professional mask, the polished face, pinned to a profile, a measured name. Then a sudden like, a sudden heart, tearing the real and the virtual apart. I am my status, I am my reach, more than I know, less than I keep. [Pre-Chorus - controlled, tense, inward] I keep my face in frame, keep my thoughts in line. One tap says where to go next, one swipe says what I like. [Chorus - smooth, melancholic, hypnotic] Seen and lost, seen and lost. A life in windows, a soul in frames. A thousand taps, a thousand swipes, just seen and lost— what part of me remains? [Verse 3 - searching, vulnerable, quietly unsettled] I look for a way to be whole, yet every answer leads me down. A match, a room, a ride, a feed, each one appears before I choose. I search for the right problem to buy the curated cure. If I’m always available, who gets to be mine? [Bridge - exposed, questioning, sparse] The old world didn’t end at once, it was buried beneath a thousand feeds. If this is where my life now lives, what part of me is offline still? [Break - minimal, tense, suspended] [Chorus-Fragment - distant, echoing] Seen and lost, seen and lost. A thousand taps, a thousand swipes. [Outro - soft, unresolved, fading] So this is how the world now stays? Close to all, yet far away?
