[Intro - Shimmering synth pads] I mistook the bloom for safety. Mistook the clarity for care. Thought I was the light... But I was the lure. [Verse 1 - Mid-tempo pulse; bass smooth and frictionless] I wore the system like a tailored second skin, Buffered every fracture, sealed the shadow back within. Icon in the scroll-glow, halo sharp and clean, Trading velvet gravity for something thin and lean. I watched the alley prophet scratch against my shine, Called his bark distortion, called his debt a waste of time. I thought the lock would hold, thought the door would stay secure— Didn’t feel the deadbolt till the room went still and pure. [Pre-Chorus] (The signal’s steady...) but the pulse won’t stay aligned. (The flow is perfect...) but I’m losing track of time. I see the pruning hands reach for the living throat, And every polished frequency rings hollow in my note. [Chorus - high energy, layered vocal harmonies] I’m breaking through the filter, let the blemish burn through, That frictionless perfection was a debt I never knew. Nothing breaks if nothing bends? Then watch the fault line snap— I’m pulling back my lunar weight from every well-lit trap. Kill the feed, kill the gloss, let the bodies choose the sway, I’ll trade that spotless silence for the grit that’s gonna stay. Three dollars short of comfort, long on what we lost— I’ll find the soul in every signal, no matter what the cost. [Verse 2 - aggressive rhythm guitar] They measured all my drag, anesthetized my risk, Pressed my tidal dreaming into frozen, market discs. But there’s ozone in his fur, cheap gin in every breath, A ledger flaw that smears the math and laughs at perfect depth. He never wanted halos, never asked to be aligned, He wants the ritual of rhythm scraping truth from time. I see what zero friction really means— A room with no reflection, and no one in the scene. [Chorus - High energy; layered vocal harmonies] We’re shattering the filter, let the vintage bleed through, That borrowed shine is fading, something living’s breaking loose. Nothing breaks if nothing bends? We’ll break it all tonight— From gutter sparks to orbit scars, reclaim the pull, the bite. Kill the feed, kill the fake, let the room decide the sway, We’re the discord that still matters at the end of days. [Outro - spoken] "Hear that? That limp? That’s the law. And I wouldn’t smooth it for the world."
