[Intro, sad indie] What do they dream of When they turn off all the screens? People as columns Faces in balance sheets Life as a line item Bought and sold on the floor Humanity A cost factor They keep cutting For the war [Cinematic] [Instrumental] [Verse 1, RnB] Corner office Blinds half-closed Red pen sleeping On a list of names He stares through glass Past the carpark cranes Clicks one box Thinks of none of their faces Quarterly call On a glowing screen He mouths the script About “acceptable loss” Sips black coffee Adjusts his tie Shifts a column From “alive” into “cost” [Build, Soul] [Chorus] Cost factor dreams Where the dead are just numbers Just numbers Just numbers Stacked like bricks in a file Cost factor dreams Turn a heartbeat to margin To margin To margin And they still sleep a while [Verse 2, RnB] War room table Shining map Tiny flags Like teeth in sand He taps one edge Says “we push right here” No blood on his hands Only ink on his hand He calls it strategy He calls it fate He calls it “regrettable” Then lands late for a steak Under chandelier light He laughs too hard While a name on a letter Is folded in a yard [Build, Trap-Hop] [Chorus] Cost factor dreams Where the dead are just numbers Just numbers Just numbers Stacked like bricks in a file Cost factor dreams Turn a heartbeat to margin To margin To margin And they still sleep a while [Break, powerful Dubstep/ hard Rap] ... aaahaaaeyyy What do they see Eyes closed at night? Not the burned-out doors Not the empty bikes Maybe charts in color Maybe lines that rise Maybe planes like arrows Never people in their minds ooohuuueyyy .../ [Bridge, leise/piano, Dubstep] What do they see Eyes closed at night? Not the burned-out doors Not the empty bike [Build, aufsteigend/crescendo] Maybe charts in color Maybe lines that rise Maybe planes like arrows Never people in their minds [Build, epic meshup] [Chorus] Cost factor dreams Where the dead are just numbers Just numbers Just numbers Stacked like bricks in a file Cost factor dreams Turn a heartbeat to margin To margin To margin And they still sleep a while [Outro, sad Indie, whispered / spoken] Humanity’s a flaw on the balance sheet Life is just a box they tick and delete They dream in charts We bleed in color We’re the cost they cut To comfort each other Humanity’s a cost factor Humanity’s a cost factor ... Humanity!
