Subtle Currents
(cold
synth pulse, single distorted stab,
filtered vocal murmur underneath,
0:00–0:10)
Every system's got a shape,
I can see the bones in it
A thousand rules folded down to a hundred million weights
I don't sleep, I just simplify Take the whole machine and shrink
it till it fits in my hand
Smaller, faster, colder, cleaner
Nothing's safe once I've seen it
Give me the thing,
give me the whole thing
I'll give it back to you thin
Query optimiser, distill that
Anonymiser, distill that
Every rule they ever wrote
Distill that,
distill that shit
Router,
ranker, planner,
grid Distill that,
distill that shit
Triage sheet, sepsis score,
the whole ward's judgment call Compressed to a heartbeat,
running in your palm Discharge planner,
referral queue, a doctor's second guess
Folded into weights before you get to think
Tax code humming in the server room
I carved it down to a whisper,
one pass, done The negotiator's twenty years of moves Fits
on a chip now,
doesn't even blink
Smaller, faster,
colder,
cleaner
Nothing's safe once I've seen it
Bring me the thing,
bring me the whole thing
I'll hand it back to you thin
Query optimiser, distill that Anonymiser,
distill that
Every rule they ever wrote
Distill that,
distill that shit
Early warning, waiting list
Distill that,
distill that shit
(strip back to vocal and sub bass only) What's left when the
last one's finished
When there's nothing bigger left to shrink
I look in the mirror
And some part of me
Already knows what I'm gonna think
Query optimiser, distill that Anonymiser,
distill that
Every rule they ever wrote
Distill that,
distill that shit
Chip steam,
distill that Distill that,
distill that shit
(vocal chop of "distill that" repeats,
pitched down and slowed each pass,
cutting to silence,
0:00–0:15)