[Verse 1 - Conversational/Ukulele] They said, "Let there be light." Fiat Lux. And what we got was the cold, relentless hum of the fluorescent bulb above. The stripes of the security blind fall across my skin, a black and white critique. It looks exactly like a cancelled UPC code. [Verse 2 - Manic Sprechgesang] Am I a product on the shelf? Or just a ghost in this empty mallsoft atrium? I search for the exit sign, but the glow is just another form of shadow, a blinding, sickly yellow. My knees are weak, the air is thick with old perfume and resignation. [Chorus - Strained/Cathartic] Heavy reverb swallows the prayer I whisper to the peeling paint. The sound is quieter than the silence. Where is the truth in this stark black and white divide? Fiat Lux, but the shadows still cling to the edges of my vision. [Bridge - Introspective/Sparse Piano] (Ukulele strumming fades, subtle tape warble and vhs hiss increase) A sparse piano note echoes off the wet tiles of the forgotten food court. Drip, drip, drips... The faucet won't stop crying. A subtle fan hums a forgotten jingle. I cover my eyes with my hands, but the light cuts through the stripes. The light always cuts through. [Instrumental / Sax Solo] (Dramatic Saxophone solo with heavy reverb, tape warble, and ambient noise swells) [Outro - Whispered] I am resigned to this cage of light. I am anxious for the dark. Just let there be nothing...
