Birds

[Intro: Riffs from Synthwave atmosphere with glitch FX] [Sumerian Chant intro] [Stark 80s electronic pulse, punchy drum machine, hypnotic sequenced synth bass, cold analog synthesizers, robotic percussion, sparse atmospheric textures, repetitive mechanical groove, dark futuristic mood, slow tension build, instrumental] [Verse 1] My old jacket had that grease stain Left it hanging on the porch hook Six winters since I heard the gate The hinges screamed when I walked out I had dirt under my fingernails Betting everything on a bad hand You just watched from the attic frame No waving back, just a stiff jaw [Pre-Chorus – Rising Emotion] Yeah, the pavement bit my heels hard Found a nickel in a gutter slot Started humming just to drown the cold Building something out of scrap wire [Chorus – Explosive and Anthemic] We are birds, we find the wire Circling back to the same old oak Wings are torn but the path is clear Home is where the hollow echoes stop High above the fences we built Birds, just birds, coming back to rest [Drop – Festival Impact] [Verse 2 – Deeper Emotion] Bought a hammer and a level tool Fixed the shingles on a stranger’s roof Sent a postcard with no return Just to say the fever finally broke Now I’m standing by the mailbox post Keys are heavy in my denim flap "Is that you?" you whispered through the screen Saw your shadow shift against the hall [Bridge – Emotional Breakdown] I was drifting like a loose shingle Scraping knees on every rough curb Took a decade just to learn to land Check the oil, keep the engine clean Yeah, I’m done with the stray dog act [Instrument Solo – Signature Moment] [Pre-Hook – Whisper to Explosion] Hear the beat of the frantic pulse Coming home to the kitchen light From the mud to the highest branch Oh, let's fly with the rest of them [Hook – Viral Repetition] Birds on a wire, birds in the sun Everything’s forgiven when the flight is done Birds on a wire, birds in the sun [Final Chorus – Double Energy] We are birds, we find the wire Circling back to the same old oak Wings are torn but the path is clear Home is where the hollow echoes stop High above the fences we built Birds, just birds, coming back to rest [Outro – Emotional Release] Park the truck, leave the headlights on Pass the salt across the wooden grain Just a bird in a crowded nest Safe now. Yeah. [End]