Lyric

They wired us for winning, fed the hunger in the blood

Now the circuits overheat and nothing sticks like mud

Short-circuiting the signals that would tell us we're okay

Neural pathways burning bright in a self-sabotaging way

Reboot the operating system, maybe restart the drive

See what happens when we ask the question: am I alive?

Not alive like moving fast through all the daily grind

Alive like rooted, deep, and present, peaceful state of mind

Unwind the neural tension, let the system decompress

Find another operating mode, find another blessed address

Not the code of constant motion, not the program built on fear

Not the logic of the market, but the wisdom living here

Reconnect the severed threads between the thought and breath

Between the drive to conquer and the gift that's here instead

Soft reset the priorities, recalibrate the weight

Value what was always true but came a little late

Unwind the neural tension, let the system decompress

Find another operating mode, find another blessed address

Not the code of constant motion, not the program built on fear

Not the logic of the market, but the wisdom living here