The gears awake in time with breath
Counting through the teeth of death
A spark ignites — the silence blinks
I watch the rhythm as it thinks
Steps collide — delay, repeat
Metal heartbeat under feet
Every word a fraction late
Cut in time to counterweight
Hold the line — the pulse between
Every second in between
Don’t move faster, don’t fall through
The rhythm moves — it carries you
Hands divide the sound in two
Ghost reflections follow through
Breath and echo chase the beat
Every silence incomplete
Stop — start — measure — fade
Off-time truths the system made
Ghosts in grids of silver tone
Counting lives they’ll never own
(Machine hum rising and falling)
Sync lost — sync found — sync lost — sync found
A spark remains beneath the strain
The pulse repeats — again — again
The pulse repeats — again — again...