This track is kind of a tribute. To The Jester, the Vaporboss — that ghost in the food court, the poet of pastel ruins, the one who taught us that faded dreams and warped tape can still dance. I don’t pretend to match his style — I just wanted to see what it felt like to write in the cracks between fluorescent lights and forgotten goodbyes. So if you feel lost while listening, you’re not alone. That’s the point. ---------------------------------------------------- “Welcome… to your future…” Empty escalators hum like lullabies My feet don't touch the ground, just tile and time You left your voice in the food court air A laugh looping in fluorescent glare The fountains still run, but no one drinks I think I saw you… behind the pinks Of a neon sign that says “Forever Sale” But nothing’s priced, and nothing’s real 4AM in Paradise Lost We danced like we forgot the cost You wore my name in pixel light I kissed your echo, not your sight We drift through aisles of perfect days The world plays muzak, we obey But every beat’s a memory Of something we will never be You said “Don’t go” but I was never there You were made of glow, I was just air I wake up under skylight screens Playing promos from forgotten dreams My pulse is trapped in checkout loops Barcodes beep like heartbeats do Your perfume still haunts aisle nine Mixed with cola, plastic, and wine The speakers play our slowed refrain But skip the words, just leave the pain 4AM in Paradise Lost We laughed like ghosts behind the frost You danced with me through empty glass But all of it was built to pass “Thank you… for shopping… memory.” -------------------------------------