Lyric

Wallpaper going soft, a warp-speed route

Tofu-mental, bouncing, spiraling out

Ventilation fan rap, internal organs rhyme

Emotions sneaking in through the emergency line

A weeping cactus inside the fridge

Bluetooth vibrations under the bridge

Images sealed beneath a pain-relief patch

Calcium-deficient, the whole thing cracked

That country in a coma, you’re its pawn

Body-heat login, midnight turned on

Triangle corner, friendship forged

The dehumidifier stays unnaturally calm

Meaning rotting, fermenting away

Mayonnaise universe, fluorescent decay

IQ melting under the tube-light glow

Melancholy moving in a straight-line flow

Saga? Nah. Humidity

Death metal behind the vending machine

Yesterday microwaved, three minutes clean

Philosophy is basically bacteria

Brainwave rental, overdue

Natto melancholy, sticking like glue

Emotions glitched, reboot denied

Houseplants drying on a chemical afternoon

Noise from deep inside the mirror

Collective-consciousness Newtype, getting nearer

Low-humidity warning, loneliness gone

Same two eyeballs staring on and on

Margarine riding the elevator

PIN codes crawling like crayfish later

A friend raised inside the closet

Keys multiply every time I cross it

She’s unscarred, clear-sky model

Silence between us, one shared throttle

Air feels crisp, emotions slime

Laptop night multiplying in real time

Low-ceiling metaphysical

Remote-control ethics, moral residual

A vocalist hiding behind the curtain

Only the stomach stays super-natural

“Even decay has copyright.”

“Observed once, the world splits twice.”

“Frozen nostalgia, freezer light...”

Saga? Nah. Humidity

USB solitude, plugged into me

Yesterday’s breath—probably a bluff

Reality keeps crafting its own stuff

Meaning gone, only rhyme remains

Philosophers: mostly cloudy brains

Paranoia inhaled, straight to the high

Brain font changed to rounded gothic type

With love from the twentieth century

A destiny kept warm, permanently

“You can bloom even when stained”

That voice keeps looping through my brain

Wallpaper soft, the warp-speed route

White gravity blooming inside the doubt

Far gets near, near gets strange

Nothing disappears

Only the temperature changes