Phosphor

Stuck inside this studio,

the ceiling is too low.

Scrolling through the brain rot.

Nowhere else to go.

Air conditioning rattling, blowing dusty heat.

Pulse knocking on the ribs.

Gridlock, traffic on repeat.

Gotta pack a duffel bag Leave the NPCs behind.

Just losing my mind.

(losing my mind)

I'm a white phosphor,

a chemical reaction. Dying for the oxygen to finally ignite.

Get me out the city,

cut the toxic interaction.

No borders and no limits,

driving through the night.

Choking on the pressure,

I gotta touch grass.

Watch the spark catch.

Hit the fucking gas!

Toll booth barrier lifting up.

Leaving town at last.

Radio is broken, the buildings fading fast.

Rolling down the window.

Catching wind on the glass.

No more stupid emails living rent-free in the brain.

Pine trees in the headlights.

A sudden blur of green.

Smashing up the schedule,

exiting the scene.

(exiting the scene)

We pay the rent to live inside a tiny cell.

A little location dot inside a crowded hell.

Forgetting how to breathe without a heavy weight.

No separation left, just crossing through the state.

I need a spark.

I need the wild.

I'm a white phosphor,

a chemical reaction. Dying for the oxygen to finally ignite.

Get me out the city,

cut the toxic interaction.

No borders and no limits,

driving through the night.

Choking on the pressure,

I gotta touch grass.

Watch the spark catch.

Hit the fucking gas!