[Lyrics: (spoken and dreamy, surreal ramble tone)] [Verse 1] If you could see WiFi, you’d lose your mind The air’s screaming—red lines, blue lies, static vines You ever wonder if the chipmunks know what they’re doing? I tell people they’ve got little rooms underground like I’ve been inside one—never even seen one but I’d argue with my whole chest anyway It’s like I was born wrong but with conviction [Chorus] Screens don’t blink when they lie to me They show a face, and I feel things DiCaprio tells me I’m real The Rock tells me he is I believe both for different reasons at the same time and none of it makes sense but the signal’s clear [Verse 2] I don’t know how pixels work I just know the screen isn’t magic but it feels like it’s looking right at me And Trebol’s in the room wet and smug and I’m Señor Pink But I’m tired and the rabbit’s probably watching from a hole somewhere laughing [Bridge] (soft glitchy breakdown) What if you’re just a creature getting bathed in invisible language every second of every day And you can’t help but believe some of it [Outro – Spoken softly, ambient fades] I saw a deer cross the road last night no sound just walked into the signal and vanished like it knew something I didn’t like it was going somewhere screens can’t follow [Production Notes: • BPM: 72 • Texture: slow, heavy reverb, warped synth pads like melted circuits • Ambient static and distant radio scans in the intro • Vocal: dry, close-mic’d in the verses, drowned in delay during chorus • Instruments: lo-fi organ drones, muted kick, hazy bass, feedback blips like tech decay • Vibe: post-digital paranoia with warmth—stoned, but emotional]
