(Synth arpeggios build a sharp gated reverb snare hits)
Clock hands stuck at three past four
Another Tuesday on the factory floor
Fluorescent hum above the aisle
Dust motes dancing for a little while
Plastic packaging stacked up high
Reflecting back a vacant sky
I trace the cracks upon the tile grout
Counting all the things I can't live without
The air is thick with recycled heat
A rhythm pounding underneath my feet
Static whispers on the radio wire
Fueling this low-grade manufactured fire
Concrete bloom under fluorescent glare
A fragile thing suspended in the stale air
This synthetic color burning through the gray
Just another perfect moment slipping away
Concrete bloom watch it push through the seam
Living out this half-forgotten scheme
Keyboard clicks in synchronized attack
No turning forward no looking back
We map the routes across the grid so wide
With nowhere left for the true self to hide
Each transaction logged each face a blur
A carefully constructed silent demur
The air is thick with recycled heat
A rhythm pounding underneath my feet
Static whispers on the radio wire
Fueling this low-grade manufactured fire
Concrete bloom under fluorescent glare
A fragile thing suspended in the stale air
This synthetic color burning through the gray
Just another perfect moment slipping away
Concrete bloom watch it push through the seam
Living out this half-forgotten scheme
If I smash the panel if I cut the feed
Will the chlorophyll still plant its seed
Or does the structure claim everything we try to grow
Underneath this artificial glow
Concrete bloom under fluorescent glare
A fragile thing suspended in the stale air
This synthetic color burning through the gray
Just another perfect moment slipping away
Concrete bloom watch it push through the seam
Living out this half-forgotten scheme
Glare (Synth fades slowly bass pulse continues)
Bloom (Snare hits become sparser)
Three past four (Final distorted synth chord cuts abruptly)
