Lyric

The motion sensor turns on the light in front of me

The steady hum of the server room

Is the only heartbeat that can be heard here

The sole of my sneakers crunches on the floor

The bunch of keys weighs in my pocket LIKE AN OLD SIN

I am the ghost voice of this building

Outside, the city pulses with its blue light

I hold this house by the hand

So that it doesn't disintegrate into its own echo

The reflection from the dark window shows a stranger

The posture of the faija, but its eyes were brighter

I walk around the coffee room, where yesterday's bun dries

Small traces of the life that I pass by

Only as a witness, NOT PART OF IT

I am the ghost voice of this building

Outside, the city pulses with its blue light

I hold this house by the hand

So that it doesn't disintegrate into its own echo

Sometimes I feel like I'm dissolving into this in-between space

I'm just one pixel in the surveillance camera stream

Not a human, not a machine, not even a memory

Only a movement that prevents the alarm from going off

The first tram rumbles in the distance

Its sound is like a crack in a perfect surface

The lights come on, the coffee maker starts to buzz

My invisibility cloak falls to the floor

All that comes out of the black is air, CUTTING