[Intro] (The sound of a power grid humming. A sharp, rhythmic synth pluck starts: Ping. Ping. Ping.) (Whispered) Connection unstable. System restart. [Verse 1] The champagne’s gone static in a crystal glass I’m watching the shadows of the centuries pass One minute I’m solid, the next I’m a ghost A digital toast to the things I love most. I’m drifting through corridors of velvet and chrome A thousand miles wide, but I’m never at home My heartbeat is skipping like a scratched-up CD I’m losing the "I" and I’m finding the "Me." [Pre-Chorus] (The bass begins to "throb" rhythmically; spatial synths rotate) The signal is weak, then it’s suddenly bright I’m chasing the pulse through the dead of the night High-definition, then low-res and grey I’m caught in the space where the light fades away. [CHORUS - THE DROP] (Massive, immersive "Neptune" bass and glass-shatter percussion) I’m feeling off and on, like a neon sign Trying to stay inside the center line One second I’m electric, then I’m cold and still Surrendering my heart to the rhythm’s will. Off and on, in the glitch of the beat The taste of the bitter, the taste of the sweet I’m a flickering star in a platinum sky Off and on... until the signal dies. [Verse 2] (Beat drops to a minimalist, "rubbery" synth-loop) You’re reaching for me, but your hand passes through I’m a 3D projection of the guy that you knew. Now I’m back in the room, and the colors are deep A promise of secrets I’m ready to keep. Then the voltage drops low and I’m drifting again Past the limits of logic, past the world of the "when." [Bridge] (Total silence for one beat. Then, a distorted, vocoded loop of the hook) (Off... on... off... on...) (Vocal builds in layers, becoming an operatic wall of sound) I’m not broken, I’m just... alternating. Between the light and the dark, I’m fluctuating! (A 2026 "Vacuum Suck" build-up—WHOOSH!) [Final Chorus] I’m feeling off and on, like a neon sign Trying to stay inside the center line One second I’m electric, then I’m cold and still Surrendering my heart to the rhythm’s will. Off and on, in the glitch of the beat The taste of the bitter, the taste of the sweet I’m a flickering star in a platinum sky Off and on... until the signal dies. [Outro] (The drums fade into a rhythmic ticking) Off. On. (A million silver fractures...) Off. (Wait for the light...) ...On. (The track ends with a sudden, sharp digital "click"—total silence.)
