Lyric

We wake to screens that tell us who to be

We scroll the same dream in the same debris

The city hums a frequency we made

And slowly, slowly, we begin to fade

We pour it smooth, we pour it clean

No rough edges, nothing in between

We feel it rising round our feet

Liquid concrete, liquid concrete

We build the walls and call the walls our home

We train the voice that tells us not to roam

Each perfect post, each algorithmic smile

We pour ourselves and wait a little while

We pour it smooth, we pour it clean

No rough edges, nothing in between

We feel it rising round our feet

Liquid concrete, liquid concrete

Somewhere beneath the setting weight

A frequency we can't erase

Not quite a voice, not quite a sound

Something that refuses to be drowned

We pour it smooth, we pour it clean

No rough edges, nothing in between

We feel it rising round our feet

And somewhere — a chord we can't delete