Muzak Playing Slow (Mini Tape Mix) (Suno Exclusive)

[Intro] Nobody's clocking in, nobody's clocking out Just me and the mannequins, floating around Sliding glass, sliding glass Stepping out of my own frequency [Verse 1] I used to chase a melody like a light I couldn't catch Now every thought's a chorus with a hook that doesn't match Left my amp still humming in a room I can't go back to Followed a mannequin's stare down a hallway painted blue [Pre-Chorus] Static in my head, static in the sky Nobody's asking questions, nobody wonders why I'm just walking, walking, walking through the door [Chorus] Take me to the mall world, step through the sliding glass Floating past the food court, watching the timelines pass I don't wanna feel this, don't wanna feel a thing Just take me to the mall world, let the Muzak sing [Verse 2] Saw a woman in a red dress standing by the escalator Eyes like satellites, she's watching from the second floor A man in a top hat waves from a window that's not there I used to write these visions down, now I don't even care [Pre-Chorus] Static in my head, static in the sky Nobody's asking questions, nobody wonders why I'm just walking, walking, walking through the door [Chorus] Take me to the mall world, step through the sliding glass Floating past the food court, watching the timelines pass I don't wanna feel this, don't wanna feel a thing Just take me to the mall world, let the Muzak sing [Bridge] Maybe I was never much of a singer, just a dish out for the void Catching signals I couldn't answer, playing a game I never enjoyed So erase the tape, turn off the amp, let the credits roll There's no encore in the mall world, just the sound of walking slow [Chorus Reprise] Take me to the mall world, step through the sliding glass Floating past the food court, watching the timelines pass I'm leaving this dimension, I'm walking out the door So I don't have to hear my music in my head anymore Singing, oh, I don't have to hear my music in my head anymore Just fluorescent lights buzzing on a checkered floor No more melodies to chase, no more algorithms to feed Just the endless pastel echoes, and that's all I really need No, I don't have to hear my music in my head anymore I don't have to hear my music in my head anymore Just the Muzak playing softly while I drift away from shore [Outro] Muzak playing soft, Muzak playing slow Watch the timelines fade to a pastel afterglow Sliding glass, sliding glass Gone