Rooted Apathy

STEAD-Y IN THE NIGHT WHILE THE SYS-TEM STARTS TO BLUR,

J'A-NA-LYSE THE STATIC, EV-ERY MEM-O-RY A SLUR.

HY-PER-SEN-SI-TIVE, WE'RE DRIFT-ING IN THE BASS,

HOLD-ING ON-TO NO-THING WHILE WE CLAIM THE EMP-TY SPACE.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw

meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s MILLE murmur

DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!

LO-FI ME-TA-DA-TA SHIFT-ING THROUGH THE GLITCH,

WALK-ING LIKE A GHOST WHILE WE FLIP THE MAS-TER SWITCH.

Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LOG-IC DRAIN,

FLUSH-ING OUT THE NOISE AS WE WASH A-WAY THE STAIN.

TIG-UI-DOU WE KEEP THE HAR-BOR SAFE AND SOUND,

PLANT-ING EV-ERY ROOT DEEP IN-TO THE GROUND.

BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,

GHOST IN THE PINK VES-SEL CLAIM-ING THE SPACE.

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir — I shine.