[Intro: low pulse, distant machinery, slow filter movement] [Spoken] There was supposed to be a failsafe. No one remembers installing it. [Verse 1] The street reorganizes overnight. Barricades appear where questions used to be. Someone rewrote the rules in pencil, then erased the eraser. I follow the flow because it’s easier than admitting I don’t know where it leads. [Build: restrained percussion, sharp guitar hits spaced wide] [Spoken] At some point, compliance stopped feeling temporary. [Chorus – staggered, evolving phrases] No alarm sounds. No signal breaks. The system breathes, uninterrupted. I reach for the manual override. [Drop: groove deepens, bass steady, guitars percussive] [Verse 2] Every instruction sounds reasonable alone. Together, they form a habit. I watch my reflection wait for permission before it mirrors me back. Progress indicators spin patiently. Nothing advances. Nothing retreats. [Bridge: half-time, space opens, voice close and dry] [Spoken] Freedom was never removed. It was buried under procedure. [Chorus – variation, reordered lines] No signal breaks. No alarm sounds. The system breathes, uninterrupted. My hand hovers over the manual override. [Outro: elements fall away, faint residual tone] [Spoken] If control is optional, why does it feel like muscle memory?
