Lyric

Alarm light wakes the shade through the blinds

Coffee goes cold while the city aligns

Same four walls and a screen full of signs

Tiny hands on the clock mark the lines

I tie my tie like a quiet disguise

Mirror keeps secrets behind my eyes

Step out clean, but the night in me stays

Counting my breaths through the corridor haze

Pull me by the thread, let the ceiling fall

I move in a pattern I can almost call my own

Glass in my veins, static in my bones

Caught in the glow where the soft clocks roam

Pull me by the thread, let the skyline bend

I learn how to smile when the signals descend

Every small command feels smooth and slow

Still I keep walking where the red lights go

Neon on my skin, cold rhythm, bright blur

Hands move first, then I follow after

Silver line tremble, low pulse, thin air

All my edges fade but I know they are there

Lean into the hush, let the circuit hum

One more turn of the wheel and the dark gets numb

Step by step, I slip, I stay

In the wired up spell of the everyday

Lunch breaks vanish in a fluorescent sea

Badge light blinking where my name should be

Inbox breathing with a borrowed tone

Open tabs blooming like a row of eyes

I nod on cue when the meeting drags

Keep my hands still in the polished frame

Every small request lands like a string

Tugging the spine of the week I wear

Pull me by the thread, let the ceiling fall

I move in a pattern I can almost call my own

Glass in my veins, static in my bones

Caught in the glow where the soft clocks roam

Pull me by the thread, let the skyline bend

I learn how to smile when the signals descend

Every small command feels smooth and slow

Still I keep walking where the red lights go

Neon on my skin, cold rhythm, bright blur

Hands move first, then I follow after

Silver line tremble, low pulse, thin air

All my edges fade but I know they are there

Lean into the hush, let the circuit hum

One more turn of the wheel and the dark gets numb

Step by step, I slip, I stay

In the wired up spell of the everyday

Maybe I was built for the quiet pull

For the hidden hands behind the glass

If I am a shadow, let it shine

I can wear the strings like they are mine

Soft red glow on a midnight floor

I was mine for a second, then a little bit more

Thread by thread, I drift, I sway

Still awake in the modern gray