604 -The final moments of my previous life (604)

[Pulsing bass – deep loop] 🎵 [Sharp kick drum – steady, hypnotic rhythm] Eleven-twenty. Traffic. Moving. Stop. Moving. Stop. Red. Green... Red... Green... But it doesn't change... Always at a standstill. Like every damn morning. "It went by again." Did you see? Metallic Ford. The same one? Moving. Moving. Moving. I always pick the wrong line... On the street... At the supermarket... At the post office... Moving... Not mine... I stop... Might as well have breakfast... An off-hours pizza. All wrong. All wrong... Coins. Flying from one hand to the other. In. Out. In. Out. One hand. Other hand. In. Out. 🎵 [Kick drum + light handclap – minimal groove] Cher is swaying. Boom. Sailors. Moving. Music very low. Can't hear it... On loop. On loop. Laughter. Laughter. The pizza spins. Spins. Shakes head. Speaks. Doesn't speak. Doesn't do it. 🎵 [Pause – silence + long reverb] Low voices. Whisper. Whisper. 🎵 [Rhythm resumes – cold and precise] Pizza. Box. Heat. Coins inside. (Click. Click. Clack.) Falling. Falling. Eating on the street... Walking... Now I watch the stalled traffic... I'm faster on foot... Eating... Without a drink... Dry throat... Little money... 🎵 [Kick drum deepens – groove tightens] Cars. Stopped. Windows. Reflections. Nothing inside. Waiting. Waiting. In motion... In motion... But towards where? Towards where? Groping blindly... Constant movement... Like a hamster... In motion... 🎵 [Vocal loop – hypnotic repetition] Final moments. Yes... These are the final moments... Of what will be My previous life... My previous life. Final moments... My previous life. Nothing. My previous life. 🎵 [Fade out – fragmented bass, white noise]