("Move, move, move") City hums, it’s a static dream, Sidewalks pulse with a restless scheme. Voices stack in a jagged line, Chasing shadows that don’t align. Counting steps on a concrete maze, Every corner’s a mirrored haze. Buy the ticket, but where’s the ride? Spinning wheels in a suit and tie. Burning down the routine, set it free, Dance until the edges blur and bleed. Burning down the routine, break the seam, Living in the flicker of a screen. ("Burn it, burn it") Plastic smiles in a checkout queue, Neon signs tell me what to do. ("What to do") Mirror talks, but it’s not my face, Running circles in a rented space. ("Rented space") Clocks don’t tick, they just hum along, Every second feels a little wrong. ("Little wrong") Step outside, but the air’s the same, Urban jungle with a numbered name. ("Numbered name") Burning down the routine, set it free, Dance until the edges blur and bleed. Burning down the routine, break the seam, Living in the flicker of a screen. ("Burn it, burn it") Why’s the sky just a painted frame? Why’s my name just a stranger’s claim? Voices whisper in a crowded hall, No one’s listening, but they’re shouting all. [Solo] Burning down the routine, set it free, Dance until the edges blur and bleed. Burning down the routine, break the seam, Living in the flicker of a screen. ("Burn it, burn it") ("Move, move, move")
