[Verse 1] Your fingers trace the ridge beneath my jaw, Static crawling up the wires of my spine. The room folds in like lungs that won’t expand, A white flash snapping through the borderline. [Pre‑Chorus] My pulse slips sideways under your hand, A slow collapse I never understand. The floor tilts down like a quiet command, Every breath thinning out like falling sand. [Chorus] I fall into the little death machine, Where every shiver wipes the slate clean. My body breaks, then snaps back into me, Rising out of silence like a reborn scream. [Verse 2] The sheets pull tight, a tide around my chest, A low vibration humming through the steel. My eyelids drag like doors that won’t stay open, Thought dissolving into something unreal. [Pre‑Chorus] I drift where names and faces lose their weight, A soft descent that never feels like fate. The quiet presses in until it’s straight, And I slip out of myself, a clean escape. [Chorus] I fall into the little death machine, Where every shiver wipes the slate clean. My body breaks, then snaps back into me, Rising out of silence like a reborn scream. [Bridge] A spark kicks through the ashes in my chest, A wheel turns once, then grinds against the rest. The cross and lotus bloom inside the mess, Promising breath returning after death. [Final Chorus] I fall into the little death machine, Where every shiver wipes the slate clean. My body breaks, then snaps back into me, Rising through the silence like a newborn scream.
