(Intro) (Langes, tiefes Einatmen ... das Ticken einer Uhr ... der Beat setzt mit einem harten Snare-Schlag ein) Look. One chance. One percent. Don’t blink. (Verse 1 – Karriere-Absturz) Staring at the screen, it’s a grim scene, a sin scheme, waiting on a call that could make me a win machine. The headhunter’s barking, talking 'bout a six-figure pay, but my hardware’s acting like a sick figure, gray. I’m clutching the plastic, my luck is fantastic, until the connection gets cut like elastic. He says: „The job is yours, but I need you to verify—“ Then the screen goes black, leave me terrified, buried high in the rain, screaming „Wait!“ to a dead piece of lead grease. From the top of the tower to a headpiece of debt, please. (Chorus – Hymnisch) Oh-oh-oh – Scheiß Akku! Everything’s red, dreams are dead. Oh-oh-oh – Scheiß Akku! When the moment is calling, you’re just falling away. (Verse 2 – Lotto-Wahnsinn) Lotto-app’s loading, I’m scoping the gold thing, hoping the bold ring of the jackpot is holding. Five numbers matched, I’m a walking deposit, skeletons of poverty locking the closet. But the sixth digit’s spinning, my soul is a-thinning, while the battery’s losing, it’s holding my winning. It’s a race for the pace, a slap in the face, it’s dying in silence, vanishing trace. I’m a millionaire for a second, then a nobody again, with a cold body, staring at a low-body pen. (Verse 3 – Die Nummer) Now she’s at the bar, what a heavenly vision, seven-D prism, a remedy rhythm. She’s whispering digits, I’m typing 'em, frantic, wiping the panic, trying to be romantic. „Zero-one-seven-four...“ – and the light is a-fading, my life is a-grading, the night is a-shading. The screen does a somersault, flops to the floor, she walks out the club and I stop at the door. I got half of her heart, but zero connection, just a black mirror, reflecting dejection. (Outro – Der Twist) Sprint to the house, hit the wall like a charger, hoping the memory’s all like a larger safe full of data, but the system is heartless, it didn’t just park this, it left me in darkness. No number, no money, no career advancement, just a full battery and a clearer enhancement of my own stupidity. „100 percent. Great. Now I can watch my life fail in high definition.“
