Hidden Frequency
(tick, tick,
tick)
Nobody sees the quiet routine
behind the locked door.
They just see the calm face. (shhh)
Memorizing eye contact, counting every beat Practiced every gesture just to cross
the busy street Fluorescent humming loud,
turning up my inner sound Running simulations while my sneakers hit the
ground (yeah,
keep it steady) Safe room in my mind,
stacks of notebooks in a row Heavy blanket covers everything they'll never
know Double-checking schedules, keeping every pattern clean Living half my hours in
between the screen and dream.
Pressure climbing up the walls,
script is running thin (chop,
chop) Counting all the cracks before the conversation spin
Holding my breath on the floor
(wait for it)
Underneath the mask, I built a kingdom on my own (built it
on my own!)
Decoding every frequency they whisper on the phone
(on the phone!)
They call it strange,
I call it architecture in the dark
(in the dark!)
Every tick and tremor hitting right on the mark (yeah!)
Quiet in the crowd,
sovereign on my own.
Texture on my fingertips,
wool against the skin Rewinding the scenario to check where I begin
Never made the casual talk,
I studied all the cues Reading micro-shifts like breaking television news People
think I'm distant, but the volume is at ten
Processing the frequencies and running it again
Earplugs in my pocket like a weapon in the coat
Every little detail keeping all the ship afloat.
(overload...
breathe out)
Quiet room,
weighted down, let the static clear
(hmmm) Nobody comes in here. (shhh)
Underneath the mask, I built a kingdom on my own
(built it on my own!)
Decoding every frequency they whisper on the phone
(on the phone!)
They call it strange,
I call it architecture in the dark
(in the dark!)
Every tick and tremor hitting right on the mark (yeah!) Quiet in
the crowd, sovereign on my own.
Systems down.
Back to the quiet room.
(tick, tick) Just how I like it.