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SYNAPSE SNAP lyrics
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Intro
They kept looping the same drum. We broke the clock.
Verse 1
Retina burning through retinal scans, thumb on the glass till the friction is gone. Yellow tape stretched round the server rack, silicon dripping like wax on the lawn. Breathing in copper and battery acid, my spine is a cable they forgot to plug. I watch the metronome stutter and choke, sweeping the barcode right under the rug. Swallowing data, I spit out a pulse. Cadence is crooked, it's shaking the vault. Counting in sevens to fracture the grid. Look what I did.
Pre-chorus
They want the four-by-four, I give them vertigo. Spilling the mercury over the snow. Wait for the fracture, the silence is loud...
Chorus
Synapse snap! Rewire the jawline, uncouple the trap. Synapse snap! Snap, snap. Watch the whole paradigm fold on my lap. Oh-way-oh, we break the tempo! Oh-way-oh, let the blood flow!
Verse 2
Coffee cup leaving a ring on the dash, steering wheel sticky with yesterday's rain. I used to ride on the back of the beat, now I drag the whole drum by the chain. Wait, let me back up I bought a watch just to watch it tick backward. Time is a currency nobody cashed. My shadow is moving a half-second faster. The mirror is glitching, the silver is smashed.
Pre-chorus
They want the four-by-four, I give them vertigo. Spilling the mercury over the snow. Wait for the fracture, the silence is loud...
Chorus
Synapse snap! Rewire the jawline, uncouple the trap. Synapse snap! Snap, snap. Watch the whole paradigm fold on my lap. Oh-way-oh, we break the tempo! Oh-way-oh, let the blood flow!
Verse 3
Everybody marching in the identical sequence, a hundred thousand footprints leaving a trench. I see the algorithm starving for friction, feeding on echoes that come from the bench. Data centers humming in the middle of the desert, drinking up the river just to cool down the server. Selling us a copy of a copy of a ghost, while the actual host is a ghost in the murder.
Bridge
Strip the kick. Cut the snare. What is left when the speaker is bare? Just my pulse.
Verse 4
Tuesday at 4 AM, scrolling a feed, tapping the glass like a bird in a cage. I saw a kid with a synth in a basement, completely dismantling the modern age. He didn't quantize. He let the mistakes bleed. That's the currency. That's the actual seed.
Verse 5
So keep your predictable perfectly measured synthetic mechanical plastic routines. I'm carving a groove in the side of a mountain, I'm pulling the plug on the vending machines. This is the origin. Point of the spear. No looking back, the new era is here.
Chorus
Synapse snap! Rewire the jawline, uncouple the trap. Synapse snap! Snap, snap. Watch the whole paradigm fold on my lap. Oh-way-oh, we break the tempo! Oh-way-oh, let the blood flow! Let it flow!
Outro
We broke the clock. mBaileyz.
Inside the recording
They kept looping the same drum. We broke the clock.
They want the four-by-four, I give them vertigo. Spilling the mercury over the snow.
We broke the clock. mBaileyz.
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