"The Fleeting Night" (Cut-Up Extended Version)
1.
Midnight keys / hum a crooked tune,
Fingers slip / on pearl-black moon,
The bed’s a raft / in static sea,
Art gnaws what’s left of me.
2.
Tempo ghosts / in the monitor’s glow,
Sharp as teeth / soft as shadow,
A voice unspools / like tape decay,
Chorus drags the dawn away.
3. (Refrain Fractured)
Night flees — (no hope) —
Screen-burned eyes — (no rope) —
Songs like hooks — (no shore) —
Compose my fall — (once more) —
4.
Piano spine / cracks in thirds,
Lyrics swarm / like clipped-wing birds,
The click-track laughs / inside my skull,
A metronome pulls me full.
5. (Mirror Verse)
The cliff’s edge / types back in code,
Morse regrets / down a frayed node,
Static choir / hums my name,
Sleep’s just debt / I’ll never claim.
6.
Blue-hour glitch / melts the frame,
Every note / wears hunger’s name,
Hands ache — (clock eats the sky) —
Still the keys / demand reply.
7. (Refrain Reversed)
(Once more) — fall my compose —
(No shore) — hooks like songs —
(No rope) — eyes screen-burned —
(No hope) — flees night —
8. (Outro: Collapse)
The staff’s a net / I sewed with faults,
Sharp rests carve / vaults in the walls,
Dawn? A skipped track / on the album’s rim,
Art’s the thief / I let back in.
