[Intro] (A relentless, dry snare drum beat starts—no fills, just driving) (A single, throbbing bass note enters and locks in) [Verse 1] (Vocals are dry, detached, almost spoken) Ignition turn. The engine hums. The feeling in my fingers numbs. Another gray January dawn. The holiday facade is gone. Merged onto the interstate. Already accepted that I’m late. [Chorus] (Synth pads swell slightly, but the beat remains exactly the same) White lines. Red lights. Highway hypnosis taking flight. It’s the loop. It’s the grind. Leaving the conscious brain behind. Automatic pilot mode engaged. Just another rat inside the cage. [Verse 2] Five miles pass without a thought. Tangled in the net I’m caught. My hands are turning at the wheel. Forgetting things I used to feel. I am just a gear that needs to turn. I am just some gasoline to burn. [Instrumental Interlude] (Arpeggiated synths that sound like traffic flowing) (The repetitive bassline continues stubbornly) [Bridge] (Vocals become slightly more processed/robotic) (Music gets slightly denser, a hint of anxiety) A sudden impulse to just keep driving west. To put the system to the test. Drive until the road runs out of room. Drive away from the impending doom. (The beat hesitates for just a fraction of a second) But I take the exit for the business park. [Outro] (Back to the original, relentless groove) The Loop. Round and round. No new ground. We go again. We go again. (Fade out slowly over 30 seconds, never changing the beat)
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