Lyric

I count by barcode light I walk the line

Turnstiles kiss my wrist with static wine

Sodium halos buzz above my head

The glass is cold the dashboard hums in red

Quotas bloom on screens like winter frost

I breathe in numbers some warmth is lost

They say perfection wears a friendly face

But every curve is measured into place

If I speak wide a ruler trims my voice

If I step wild the rails erase my choice

Measured Joy Missing Sky

We glow in grids and call it high

Measured Joy Missing Sky

Our hearts run quiet still we try

Measured Joy Missing Sky

I raise my eyes where numbers lie

I find your shadow on a mirrored door

Your pulse like footsteps on a counted floor

Thermal cameras read our borrowed heat

We trade our laughter for a tidy beat

Blueprint stars erase the messy night

Wrong ideals dressed up as perfect light

I cut a notch where edges used to be

I keep a pocket for a rogue degree

Measured Joy Missing Sky

We glow in grids and call it high

Measured Joy Missing Sky

Our hearts run quiet still we try

Measured Joy Missing Sky

I draw a window let it fly

Measured Joy Missing Sky

Till rules go silent we deny

I keep a spark the quota can’t buy