[singer A] Shadows slide through 4:32, A low brass hum, a bruise of blue. The Moog wheezes warm and slow, Where the jazz line bends into the glitch and glow. I’m a ghost in a satin room, Waiting on the kick drum to bloom. [transition] [singer B] (One) Black smoke hanging over my avenue (Two) Every promise turning into residue (Three) Teeth clenched while the skyline shakes (Four) Everybody’s got a price when the system breaks [singer A] But the oil is leaking through the floor, I don’t want the blues no more. There’s a grinding sound behind the wall, Watch the pretty jazz textures fall. [singer B] I can hear the sirens singing my name Everybody wants heaven but they worship the flame Hands up high while the city decays We dance like ghosts in the acid rain [instrumental] [singer A] Break the rhythm, feel the heat, Techno heart and Afro beat. Woven strings and electric lies, Underneath the hollow skies! [singer B] Whoa-oh-oh Can you feel the pressure in your bloodstream? Whoa-oh-oh Everybody drowning in the same dream Built this empire from the dirt and pain Now the walls cave in like thunder and rain [singer A] Can you hear the ticking? The skin is turning brass. The beauty was a curtain... And now the shadows pass. [singer B] Hey! Hey! We don’t wanna die alone Hey! Hey! Turn the darkness into gold [melodic interlude] [singer A] "Aha... did you think the melody would save you? How quaint. You see, dear listener, the heart is such a... clumsy organ. Why settle for blood when you can have precision? Listen to the gears—they don't weep, they don't tire... they simply consume. Welcome to the factory of the soul. Wind the key... if you dare." [singer B] Steps down the hallway, shadows in file Fake smiles stretch for miles and miles Phone screens glowing like cemetery lights Everybody connected but dead inside [singer A] The gears are turning gold... The story’s finally told... Fixed in time... Sublime... [singer B] If I disappear tonight Would anybody notice? Or just post another candle in the dark… [singer A] ...Clockwork... Mine... [singer B] No savior No escape We wear our scars like razor blades The world burns down but we still stand proud Screaming our lungs into the crowd
