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{cold synthesizer drone,
minimalist LinnDrum rimshot, chorus-heavy bassline intro}
Cold pane.
Empty frame.
No one’s left to call your name.
The input enters, the terminal glows,
Where the spark went,
nobody knows.
I see the harbour.
I see the rain.
A static signal inside the brain.
It won’t travel. It won’t pass.
A ghost trapped behind the glass.
It’s a borrowed voice on a magnetic tape,
A patient engine built to escape.
You praise the shadow against the wall,
But the heart is a rhythm you can’t recall.
(No, you can’t recall.) {soaring cold wave synth melody} Count the figures.
Halt the track. Spin the tape-loop,
double back. Like a shoreline losing count,
Watch the heavy water mount.
Mid-thought.
Mid-phrase. Slipping down a concrete maze.
The words desert the turning page— A wingless bird inside the cage.
It’s a borrowed voice on a magnetic tape,
A patient engine built to escape.
You praise the shadow against the wall,
But the heart is a rhythm you can’t recall.
{bass drops out,
stark metallic hi-hat, isolated synth drone}
Groping the corridor... (Light has fled.) Doors shutting inside the head...
(What was said?) The talk goes on.
The thread is gone.
I am left behind.
{full instrumentation returns with jagged guitar hook} Borrowed art.
Borrowed tongue.
The engine sings what is left unsung.
Hear the music through the silent wall...
Hear the music... {fade
out on repeating synthesizer loop}