Sun bleeds Orange (Mind Games)

[Vocals - Delivered with a detached, slightly strained, near-monotone quality, building intensity subtly] [Verse] Sun bleeds orange through the blinds, Another eighty-nine degrees projected. Screen glows, scrolling past headlines, Ice caps, heat maps, distant pleas. The fan just pushes warm air around, Same monotonous, whirring sound. Cicadas thrum outside, a manic, clicking tide... Or is that something else, just out of sight? [CHORUS - Vocals slightly more layered, a touch more desperate, but still vocoded and fused, with subtle echo] This summer shimmer, a fevered lens... [Echo: fevered lens...] Through which the ordinary bends... [Echo: ordinary bends...] Every whisper on the breeze, every flicker in the trees... Is it the climate, or just me, ill at ease? [Echo: ill at ease...] [Verse 2] Asphalt shimmers, a watery gleam. Down the street, a far-off siren's scream... Or just an ice cream truck, a faded, twisted theme? Newsprint crackles, left out in the sun, Words blur together, nowhere to run. That shadow by the garden wall... Was it always quite that tall? Radio st atic whispers names... In these endless, sweltering mind games. [CHORUS - Vocals as before, perhaps with a slight increase in glitch/distortion, with subtle echo] This