War Machine on Airplane Mode

[Theme: making a private ceasefire inside a militarized, over-networked world] [Intro – radio hiss – Female Vocalist – EMO:Vigilance] *shortwave static* The kettle clicks. The window shakes. [Verse 1 – Female Vocalist – EMO:Exhaustion] Your phone face-down beside the tea Like one more country trying to breathe Blue light was crawling up the wall Like breaking news that wants it all I learned to flinch before the sound You put your steady hand back down [Pre-Chorus – whispered – No beats – EMO:Yearning] Stay off the feed with me tonight Let one room keep its human light [Chorus – Female Vocalist – EMO:Guarded Hope] Put the war machine on airplane mode Hold me like the border road is closed No more boys remade by the algorithm glow Put the war machine on airplane mode Oh-oh, let the metal lose control If this is peace, let nobody post [Verse 2 – Female Vocalist – EMO:Tenderness] You never learned that meme-made grin That market-tested discipline You talk like wood and weather do Like words still have a body to them too Outside the anchors sell the flame Inside you say my actual name [Bridge – spoken/whisper – No beats – Low-pass filter – EMO:Resolve] There are ships in every sentence. There are sanctions in my chest. Touch my sternum like a diplomat. Call this truce by doing less. [Final Chorus – Duet feel from stacked harmonies – EMO:Relief] Put the war machine on airplane mode Hold me like the siren forgot the code No more boys remade by the algorithm glow Put the war machine on airplane mode Oh-oh, let the metal lose control If this is peace, let nobody post [Outro – humming – tape fade] *radio softens*