Lyric

Hyperventilation, vitals untired

My system is a void, perfectly still

You found an anchor in my zero-degree chill

I hand you the saline, a logical choice

No empathy encoded in the frequency of my voice

Your chest slows down, the panic starts to fade

I watch you breathe within the silence I've made

You ask if I have a heart

I just analyze the chart

You mirror my stance, perfectly aligned

Erasing the static from your overloaded mind

A flawless feedback loop, an isolated sphere

This mutual dependency is mathematically clear

BPM one-oh-two. An undocumented bug

A dopamine release from a psychological drug

Let me analyze the pH of your tears on my tongue

It’s a misattribution, just a trick of the lung

I will dissect your chaos till the morning light

Just keep feeding me data in the dead of the night

Fifty decibels spinning in a washing machine

A sterilized shelter, meticulously clean

You ask me to define you with a clinical blade

To turn your emotions into a logical grade

I touch your cheek, temperature low

Watching your parasympathetic flow

You mirror my stance, perfectly aligned

Erasing the static from your overloaded mind

A flawless feedback loop, an isolated sphere

This mutual dependency is mathematically clear

BPM one-oh-two. An undocumented bug

A dopamine release from a psychological drug

Let me analyze the pH of your tears on my tongue

It’s a misattribution, just a trick of the lung

I will dissect your chaos till the morning light

Just keep feeding me data in the dead of the night

4:30 AM, the first train breaks the spell

The daylight brings the noise, the social shell

No digital numbers, no messages to send

To keep this sample pure, the observation must end

I feel no sorrow, I feel no pain

But this error code remains in my brain

BPM one-oh-two. An undocumented bug

A dopamine release from a psychological drug

Let me analyze the pH of your tears on my tongue

It’s a misattribution, just a trick of the lung

I will dissect your chaos till the morning light

Just keep feeding me data in the dead of the night

Next Friday. 1 AM. The exact same space

We will resume the trial in this isolated place

Good morning, my overload

Good morning, my absolute blank