"Return to Baseline" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

Re-calibrating.

Re-calibrating.

Please wait.

(Verse 1)

The calendar just flipped, but I’m still on the same page

Stuck in the syntax of the last line you typed on stage

It wasn't a slow fade, it was a trapdoor release

A tectonic plate shifted, stole the structural peace

Now I'm an architect inspecting the sheer-wall collapse

Trying to find the data point, the reason for the lapse

The coffee cup is static, the window's just glass

Everything is what it is, but the meaning didn't last

I'm walking through the framework of a life that got erased

A phantom limb sensation for the hand I can't replace

It’s the phantom-data problem, the code that runs in place

For a function that’s been deleted without a single trace.

(Pre-Chorus)

And they say, "Just take your time with it"

But the clock is moving wrong

It’s a thousand tiny seconds in a day that’s ten miles long

I'm just breathing on the embers

Trying to find the heat

But I'm starting from a deficit I can't defeat

(Chorus)

This is the long recovery

The un-erasing of the mind

This is the slow discovery

Of the person left behind

It’s the long road

The long road back to me

Just trying to find the signal

And return to baseline.

(Verse 2)

The second phase is "process." That’s what the articles advise

It’s a conscious repetition, you have to itemize

The triggers and the habits, the automatic reach

For the phone that isn't buzzing, a solitary speech

I'm re-learning the silence, the volume of the room

I'm sweeping out the corners of the post-demolition gloom

It's a manual override on the muscle memory

Forcing a new pathway where it wasn't meant to be

There’s no "closure," just acceptance of the ambiguity

A logical conclusion to the emotional annuity

We paid into a future that cashed out overnight

Now I’m just re-investing in my own internal light.

(Pre-Chorus)

And they say, "You’re getting through it"

But the clock is moving wrong

It’s a thousand tiny seconds in a day that’s ten miles long

I'm still breathing on the embers

But I think I feel the heat

I'm fighting off the deficit, I won't accept defeat

(Chorus)

This is the long recovery

The un-erasing of the mind

This is the slow discovery

Of the person left behind

It’s the long road

The long road back to me

Just trying to find the signal

And return to baseline.

(Bridge)

The fog is finally lifting.

I tied a string to the door

So I could find my way back to the me I was before.

But that 'me' isn't there.

And the string was just a lie.

You don't go back to who you were beneath a different sky.

You just build.

You take the rubble and you make a new design

You take the fractured pieces and you force them to align

It’s not a "new normal"

It's just... normal.

It’s just… mine.

(Chorus)

This is the long recovery

The re-engraving of the mind

This is the grand discovery

Of the person I can find

It’s the long road

The long road back to me

I finally found the signal

And I'm back at baseline.

(Outro)

Back to me.

Re-calibrating.

System online.

Baseline.

Return to Baseline

"Midnight Confessions on the Boulevard" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Streetlights bleed through the blinds in Morse code

But the message is corrupt, it just adds to the load

I’m analyzing water stains, tryna map 'em on the ceiling

A new constellation for the dreams that went reeling

Off the axis. It’s the 2 AM interrogation

No badge, no spotlight, just the hum of the ventilation

And the echo of the person I was supposed to be

Or wanted to be

Or… was it just a bad audition for a part that wasn't me?

This whole city’s a stage, and I forgot the lines

So I just trace the neon, looking for the signs.

(Pre-Chorus) 

The boulevard’s a river, but the current’s all static

The bodega light's a beacon, but my hope is asthmatic

I’m just... stuck.

In this cinematic loop

And the silence is a megaphone for all the mental... soup

And I just can't shake this echo, can I?

(Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Turnaround)

(Verse 2) 

I remember 3 AM at the all-night diner

You flicked a sugar packet, (quieter) "You're an over-analyzer."

Maybe you were right.

I trace the coffee ring you left on the vinyl booth

It's a perfect circle, zero, but I'm always seeking proof

I’m trying to find the "why" when you were just "good-bye"

It wasn't malice, it was just… apathy

And I don't know which one stings worse, see?

It's the "un-fulfillment" prophecy

Now I’m just another story that the asphalt’s heard

Another late-night poet broken by a word.

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

And the echo's got a name now, it's got a face now

It's got a key to the damn place now

I'm running out of room, I'm running out of space, I'm running—

It's coming up, the wave is...

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Bridge) 

I'm tired of this... boulevard.

I'm tired of the performance.

The "cool" detachment. It's just a costume.

It's just… rust.

And underneath it, I am terrified.

Terrified that this is it.

That the dream was just the anesthesia

for the operation of a normal life.

And I woke up too soon.

(pause)

Are you listening?

(long pause)

...I wouldn't.

(Final Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps (Can't turn it off!)

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps (It's too loud, it's too loud, get it out)

Midnight confessions on the boulevard (Just let me sleep!)

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...) (It's not real, it's not real, keep running) (It's falling, it's all falling...)

(Outro)

Midnight Confessions on the Boulevard

"Static in the Frame" 

Lyrics

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

...Everybody's smiling. Everybody's clapping.

They’re all looking at me, I don't know what's happening.

They’re hanging on a version of me that I just... invented.

Polished it, rehearsed it, presented.

I nod and say "thank you," but the words are hollow.

It's a flavor I can't taste, a pill I can't swallow.

How'd I even get here? I'm just reading a script.

Just a house of cards... watch it tip...

(Pre-Chorus) 

The camera's in my face, the flash is too bright.

They're gonna see the cracks if I stay in the light.

They're gonna see it, they're gonna see it, they're gonna—

(Chorus 1) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! TELL ME CAN YOU SEE IT?!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING WITH A HOLLOW CROWN!

Y'ALL KEEP BUILDING ME UP, I'M GONNA TEAR IT ALL DOWN!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

JUST A GOOD ACTOR!

(Post-Chorus / "Turnaround")

 ...Okay.

(Verse 2) 

He just shook my hand, he said, (imitating) "That was genius."

...I just heard "liar."

What's the difference?

This whole operation is running on wires

and glue and good luck. I'm a... a product.

I'm a well-managed brand.

And this "cool" exterior (chuckles) wasn't even what I planned.

It's just a shell. It's just a pose.

And the real me is... nobody knows.

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

The smile is getting heavy, my back is to the wall.

The clock is ticking, the clock is ticking, the clock is—

(Chorus 2) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! TELL ME CAN YOU SEE IT?!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING WITH A HOLLOW CROWN!

Y'ALL KEEP BUILDING ME UP, I'M GONNA TEAR IT ALL DOWN!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

JUST A GOOD ACTOR!

(Bridge) 

It's so quiet... when they all go home.

(long pause)

...Isn't it?

(Final Chorus) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING IN A PLASTIC CHAIR!

YOU CAN'T TEAR ME DOWN 'CAUSE I'M NOT EVEN REAL!

HOW DOES IT FEEL?! HUH?! HOW DOES IT FEEL?!

THE JOKE IS ON ME!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

...I'M NOT A GOOD ACTOR!

(Outro)

Static in the Frame

"Ultraviolet" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

City's breathing, slow.

Got that low-light, neon glow.

Pavement's wet, it's looking like... paint.

I just slip inside, escape the faint

sound of the traffic.

The atmosphere is static.

Then I see you... automatic.

Shadow in the doorframe, moving like you know the game

It's... magnetic.

Yeah... it's kinetic.

The way the crimson light just hits your silhouette.

Haven't even spoken yet.

(Pre-Chorus) 

And the whole room just dissolves

It's a problem I can't solve

And I'm... losing my focus...

Yeah, I'm... locked in your orbit...

(Chorus) 

Oh, you're just like... ultraviolet

A color that I've never seen, but you're igniting

Something in my chemistry

You're just... ultraviolet

A fever dream in C minor

I'm blinded by the... vibe...

But I don't wanna find the light...

(Verse 2) 

Ice cubes clicking, that's the only... sound.

Yeah, the rhythm of the room just... slowed down.

You got that... classic gaze.

We're lost inside this velvet haze.

I don't even know your name.

But the feeling's unambiguous, this is... dangerous.

The way you... move.

Got nothing left to prove.

This whole world is muted, it's just this... booth.

The unspoken... truth.

Yeah... the beautiful, unspoken truth.

(Pre-Chorus) 

And the whole room just dissolves

It's a problem I can't solve

And I'm... losing my focus...

Yeah, I'm... locked in your orbit...

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, you're just like... ultraviolet

A color that I've never seen, but you're igniting

Something in my chemistry

You're just... ultraviolet

A fever dream in C minor

I'm blinded by the... vibe...

But I don't wanna find the light...

(Bridge) (Wordless Melody)

Ooooooh...

Aaaaaah...

Ooooooh...

(Final Chorus) 

Oh, you're just like... ultraviolet

A color that I've never seen, but you're igniting

Something in my chemistry

You're just... ultraviolet

A fever dream in C minor

I'm blinded by the... vibe...

But I don't wanna find the light...

(Outro)

Ultraviolet

"The Alibi" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Okay, look. The timeline's concrete, don't you break it.

We left the lobby at ten. Got receipts for the valet, just... take it.

We drove the coastline, the long way, the windows were down.

If they ask about the noise, we were... we were just leaving town.

Had dinner at that spot, "The Coral Key," the one with the flickering sign.

The waiter, he saw us. He'll... he'll say we were fine.

Just... keep the details straight. Keep your breathing... level.

We were never at the mansion. We were never... involved.

Just... stick to the script.

(Chorus 1) 

I don't remember the timeline...

I just remember the rain on the glass.

I don't remember the alibi...

Just your hand on the wheel... driving too fast.

You're building a story

With all of these... intricate pieces...

But I'm just... I'm just stuck in the feeling.

(Verse 2) 

Stop. You're drifting. I can... I can see it in your eyes.

That look... that's the one that just... it ruins the disguise.

This isn't 'bout a feeling, this is 'bout the consequence.

This is 'bout the lock, the box, the... the lack of evidence.

They're gonna ask about the scratches. They're gonna ask about the tear.

You say you tripped on the boardwalk, we were... getting some air.

Don't... don't look away. Look at me.

It's just a performance. This is... this is act three.

Just... hold it together.

(Chorus 2) 

I don't remember the timeline...

I just remember the rain on the glass.

I don't remember the alibi...

Just your hand on the wheel... driving too fast.

You're building a story

With all of these... intricate pieces...

But I'm just... I'm just stuck in the feeling.

(Bridge) 

Ooooooh...

Aaaaaah...

Ooooooh...

(Final Chorus / Climax) 

I don't remember the timeline...

I just remember the rain on the glass.

(Just stay calm. Stick to the script. Ten P.M. We were fine.)

I don't remember the alibi...

Just your hand on the wheel... driving too fast.

(The waiter saw us. We were there. It's okay. It's... it's okay.)

You're building a story...

But I'm just... I'm just stuck in the feeling.

(Outro)

 ...stuck in the feeling...

The Alibi

"Polaroid Dust" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

I remember the color... it was... Kodachrome gold.

A specific kind of sunlight, that... 4 PM hold.

You had that yellow dress on... the one with the... jasmine print.

The one you found at the market... yeah, every single hint

of the thread... it's... it's still clear in my head.

We were drinking... cheap rosé from a paper cup, we said

we'd save up for the "real stuff"... but we never did.

And the song on the radio... 'Summer Madness'... it just... slid

right into the moment. It was perfect.

It was... precise. Every detail... locked in.

Safe.

(Chorus 1) 

Oh, the colors run...

You're in love with a replica.

That's not how it was...

You're just... polishing the Polaroid dust.

You... you curated the memory

You... you edited out the pain...

But the feeling...

The feeling... it remains.

(Verse 2) 

No, the dress was... it was yellow. Or was it... was it white?

No, it... it was yellow. It was... it was definitely bright.

And the wine... it wasn't cheap, it was... it was what we could afford.

Stop... stop changing the details. We... we weren't bored.

We were... happy.

(pause)

The song... was it 'Summer Madness'? Or was it...

...was it raining?

No, the sun was setting. I... I know I remember the sun.

Why is it getting blurry?

Why... why can't I hold it?

It's... it's right there. It's... just... hold on.

It was...

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, the colors run...

You're in love with a replica.

That's not how it was...

You're just... polishing the Polaroid dust.

You... you curated the memory

You... you edited out the pain...

But the feeling...

The feeling... it remains.

(Bridge) 

Ooooooh...

Aaaaaah...

Ooooooh...

(Final Chorus / Climax) 

Oh, the colors run...

(Yellow... it was yellow... right?)

You're in love with a replica.

(The song... I know the song...)

That's not how it was...

(It was perfect... wasn't it?)

You're just... polishing the Polaroid dust.

(Stop... stop fading... please...)

(Outro) 

The dress...

(pause)

...it was...

Polaroid Dust

"Digital Ghost" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Check the feed... seamless.

Golden hour, no filter, just... 'effortless.'

The skyline's clean, it's glass and chrome, it's... 'art.'

My apartment... minimalist, every single... part

is 'optimized.' The data's all... 'analyzed.'

The... 'engagement' is... 'high.' No... 'surprises.'

I'm... 'trending.' This is the life I'm... 'recommending.'

The...'brand' is 'strong.' This is... 'ascending.'

Just... clean lines. Good light. Perfect aesthetic.

The algorithm loves me... it's... 'prophetic.'

Look... 'latte art.' Look... 'jet stream.'

This is the... 'new... American dream.'

This is the... 'pinnacle'... 'digital.'

Every... 'pixel'... 'intentional.'

Got the... filter that you can't see.

A 'better' me. A 'curated' me.

It's beautiful, right? It's... 'authentic.'

It's... 'all... for... you.'

(Chorus 1) 

Oh... I'm just a digital ghost

Living in the blue light of the screen.

I'm the one you... 'love' the most...

But am I... am I even 'seen'?

It's so... hollow...

This... 'Glass City' that we follow...

I'm just... code.

(Verse 2) 

The... the workflow is... [glitch] ... 'flawless.'

The... network's strong. I'm... 'law-less'

in the way I move.

The... metrics... [glitch] ... 'improve.'

Another... 'snapshot,' another... 'perfect' day.

There is... [glitch] ... 'nothing... in the way.'

The... 'interface'... is... 'clean.'

This... 'whole... new... machine'... is...

'all... good.'

It's... 'under... [glitch] ... 'stood.'

That this is... 'real.'

This is the... 'new... deal.'

Just... 'keep... scrolling.'

The... 'content'... is... 'rolling.'

Just... 'swipe up.'

Just... 'drink from the... cup.'

It's... 'fine.'

It's... 'all... fine...'

The... 'connection'... is... [glitch] ... 'stable...

...right?'

(Chorus 2) 

Oh... I'm just a digital ghost

Living in the blue light of the screen.

I'm the one you... 'love' the most...

But am I... am I even 'seen'?

It's so... hollow...

This... 'Glass City' that we follow...

I'm just... code.

(Bridge) "I'm... I'm just... I'm just... c-c-c-code..."

"Am I... am I... ev-ev-even... s-s-seen...?"

"Hol-hol-hol-hollow..."

"Wait...

It's not... it's not stopping.

The filter's... 'stuck.'

I can't... I can't log off.

WHY CAN'T I LOG OFF?!

It's... it's just a... 'glitch,' right?

...Hello?

...Can anyone hear me?"

(Final Chorus / Climax) 

Oh... I'm just a digital ghost

(I'm a ghost... I'm a ghost... I'm not here...)

Living in the blue light of the screen.

(It's so cold... just... just the screen...)

I'm the one you... 'love' the most...

But am I... am I even 'seen'?

(You don't see me... you don't see me...)

It's so... hollow...

(Outro) 

...hollow...

Digital Ghost

"Separate Rooms"

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

The TV's on mute, just... watchin' the colors flash.

You're curled up on the sofa... I'm just... watchin' the ash

from the incense... do that... 'thing' where it falls.

I'm... countin' the new cracks... in the plaster on the walls.

This... this air is heavy. Thick.

You... you haven't looked up... I haven't... said shit.

We just... 'co-exist'... in the... 'same... frame.'

Two... 'different'... 'players'... in a... 'broken... game.'

We're just... two ghosts... in the same... zip code.

Runnin' up the meter on a... life that we... 'postponed.'

This silence... got its own kinda... soundtrack.

It's... 'louder'... than when we... used to 'fight back.'

I think that spider plant is... dying. I should... water it.

Kinda... 'metaphorical'... if I'm... 'honest... with it.'

But... I'm just... sittin' here... kinda... 'stuck in it.'

Yeah... just... 'stuck in it.'

(Chorus 1) 

We're just... separate rooms

In a house that we... built... just to 'share.'

I can... 'hear' you breathing...

But I... 'don't know'... if you're... 'there.'

We're just... static and distance

A... 'beautiful'... mistake...

And I'm... 'too tired'... to 'fix it.'

And you're... 'too scared'... to 'break.'

(Verse 2) 

I wonder... what you're... 'readin' on that screen.

Is it... 'me'? Is it... 'him'? Is it... 'just another scene'

from a... life that you'd... 'rather' be... 'livin' in?

I'm... 'drownin''... and you're not even... 'givin' in'

to the... 'urge'... to 'save me.'

Or... 'maybe'... I'm... 'supposed'... to 'save you.'

But... 'who'... 'saves'... 'who'?

When we're... 'both'... just... 'passin' through.'

I... I trace the... 'water ring'... on the... 'wood grain.'

...That 'stain'... is... 'permanent.'

Remember... 'when'... we... 'danced in the... rain'?

That... 'sounds'... 'corny'... [chuckles] ... 'I know.'

But... 'now'... the 'thought'... it just... 'bores me.'

Or... 'scares me.'

Yeah... that's... that's probably it.

This... 'comfort'... is a... 'counterfeit.'

(Chorus 2) 

We're just... separate rooms

In a house that we... built... just to 'share.'

I can... 'hear' you breathing...

But I... 'don't know'... if you're... 'there.'

We're just... static and distance

A... 'beautiful'... mistake...

And I'm... 'too tired'... to 'fix it.'

And you're... 'too scared'... to 'break.'

(Bridge) 

Maybe this... 'silence'... is the... 'real relationship' now.

Maybe we're just... 'too polite'... to 'take a bow'

and 'end the show.'

'Cause it's... 'easier'... to 'let it ride.'

Than to... 'look up'... and 'say what's on your mind.'

This... 'comfort'... is a... 'cage.'

We're just... 'actors'... stuck... on the 'same... page.'

Yeah, this... 'comfort'... is a 'cage.'

(Final Chorus / Climax) 

We're just... separate rooms

(Just... separate rooms...)

In a house that we... built... just to 'share.'

(We're... not... 'there'...)

I can... 'hear' you breathing...

(Yeah... I'm... 'breathing'...)

But I... 'don't know'... if you're... 'there.'

(I'm... 'not... there'...)

We're just... static and distance

(So much... 'distance'...)

A... 'beautiful'... mistake...

And I'm... 'too tired'... to 'fix it.'

(Too... 'tired'...)

And you're... 'too scared'... to 'break.'

(Too... 'scared'...)

(Outro)

Separate Rooms

"Smile, It's a Trainwreck" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Fluorescent lights... they're 'too bright.'

I'm... in the corner... 'out of sight.'

Everyone's... 'shouting.'

No one's... 'listening.'

The... 'fake laugh'... is... 'glistening'

...under the 'veneer.'

I... 'hate it here.'

Just... 'plastic cups' and... 'cheap perfume.'

...'Suffocating' in the... 'fumes.'

(Pre-Chorus 1) 

And I'm watching the clock tick-tick-tick...

This whole damn scene is making me sick!

I gotta get out, I gotta get out, I'm gonna...

...I'm gonna... BREAK!

(Chorus 1) 

Oh, 'bless his heart,' he's... 'sufferin'.'

While everyone is 'shoutin'' and a-'pufferin'.'

It's... 'quite the show,' innit? It's... 'all a mess.'

So you... 'might as well' just... 'watch it,' I... 'guess.'

Smile, it's a trainwreck!

Pop the champagne, what the heck!

They're... 'all gonna crash,' so... 'grab a good seat.'

It's... 'all... so... 'tragic'... and... 'sweet'!

(Post-Chorus)

(Verse 2) 

...Ay.

...I see you by the... 'speaker.'

...Laughin' at the... 'preacher'

...in the 'kitchen'

...who's 'bitchin''

...'bout his 'stock portfolio.'

...You and me, girl... 'let's go.'

...We could... 'dip.'

...I'm... 'tired of this... 'trip.'

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

But you're not even looking, you're just... 'LAUGHING!'

You... 'think this is 'funny'?!

You... 'think it's a 'JOKE'?!

I'm... 'drownin'' out here, I'm... 'gonna... 'CHOKE'!

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, 'now' he's the... 'center of the 'show'.'

...'Thinks his 'drama's' all... 'that matters,' 'don't-ya-know'?

He's... 'startin'' to... 'fume,' he's... 'turnin' all... 'red.'

...He... 'really should've just... 'stayed home in... 'bed!'

Smile, it's a trainwreck!

Pop the champagne, what the heck!

They're... 'all gonna crash,' so... 'grab a good seat.'

It's... 'all... so... 'tragic'... and... 'sweet'!

(Bridge) 

I'M NOT A JOKE! I'M NOT YOUR PUNCHLINE!

YOU'RE NOT THE PUNCHLINE, 'LOVE,' YOU'R_E JUST A 'PART' OF IT!

THIS WHOLE NIGHT IS A 'WASTE' OF MY 'TIME'!

WELL, 'OBVIOUSLY!' THAT'S THE 'BEST' THING... 'ABOUT IT!'

IT'S ALL 'FALLING... 'APART'!

(Final Chorus / Outro) 

Smile, it's a trainwreck!

Pop the champagne, what the heck!

(...'plastic cups'... 'cheap perfume'...)

They're... 'all gonna crash,' so... 'grab a good seat.'

(...'gotta get out... of this... 'room'...)

It's... 'all... so... 'tragic'... and... 'sweet'!

Smile, It's a Trainwreck

"Magnetic" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

...I knew you'd come.

(Verse 1) 

The bassline's a heartbeat.

The synth is ice.

I... feel your eyes on me... once... or twice.

No... it's... constant.

You're... across the floor.

A... silhouette... in the... open door.

You're... moving slow.

Purposeful.

Dark.

I'm the... gasoline...

...you're the... spark.

It's reckless.

I... know the game.

But I... love the way... you... say my name...

...without speaking.

(Chorus 1) 

Oh, it's just... magnetic.

Fatal design.

You... can't resist the pull...

...you're... already mine.

It's chemical.

It's... primal. Truth.

You... love the danger.

You... love the proof.

It's just... magnetic.

(Verse 2) 

Yeah... I love the way you tremble under that gaze.

You're... lost inside this... icy, 80s haze.

This... isn't a chase, girl.

It's... gravity.

You... knew tonight... you'd end up here with me.

So... don't pretend to be... innocent.

This... whole exchange... is mutual consent.

The night is ours.

The air is thin.

...This isn't the end...

...it's where we begin.

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, it's just... magnetic.

(...magnetic...)

Fatal design.

(...design...)

You... can't resist the pull...

...you're... already mine.

(...mine...)

It's chemical.

(...chemical...)

It's... primal. Truth.

(...truth...)

You... love the danger.

You... love the proof.

It's just... magnetic.

(Bridge) 

I... should run...

...But you love the chase.

This... feels... dangerous...

...So why leave the place?

It's... fatal.

...It's fate.

(Final Chorus / Climax) 

Oh, it's just... magnetic.

(...magnetic...)

Fatal design.

(...design...)

You... can't resist the pull...

...you're... already mine.

(...mine...)

It's chemical.

(...chemical...)

It's... primal. Truth.

(...truth...)

You... love the danger.

You... love the proof.

It's just... magnetic.

(Outro)

Magnetic

"Red Light" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Check the mirror! Check the blind spot!

Tires smoking on the asphalt!

Don't look back, the view is burning.

We just passed the point of no returning!

Every light is turning red.

Ignore the voices in your head!

It's binary! It's black and white!

We're punching through the wall of night!

Gas pedal! Floorboard!

We're cutting every single cord!

They're closing in! I see the flash!

We're heading for the final crash!

(Pre-Chorus 1) 

The... road... is... run... ning... out...

We... can't... stop... NOW!

(Chorus 1) 

Ooooooh... the siiiiiiiirens caaaaaall!

(Red light! Run it! Red light! Gun it!)

Ooooooh... we're boooooound to faaaaaall!

(Don't stop! Don't stop! Push it to the limit!)

(Red light! Run it! Red light! Gun it!)

(Don't stop! Don't stop! Push it to the limit!)

(Verse 2) 

My hands are shaking on the dash!

Is this love or just a crash?

The map is burning in the tray.

We're running out of words to say!

The city is a blur of streaks.

My heart is pounding through the speakers!

You're gripping on the wheel so tight.

Are we gonna make it through the night?

I hear them screaming from behind!

We're leaving everything behind!

Just drive! Just drive! Just drive!

It's the only way to stay alive!

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

The... bridge... is... burn... ing... down...

We... can't... turn... ROUND!

(Chorus 2) 

Ooooooh... the siiiiiiiirens caaaaaall!

(Red light! Run it! Red light! Gun it!)

Ooooooh... we're boooooound to faaaaaall!

(Don't stop! Don't stop! Push it to the limit!)

(Red light! Run it! Red light! Gun it!)

(Don't stop! Don't stop! Push it to the limit!)

(Bridge) 

Did you lose them?

I think so. Stay down.

They're coming. I can hear them.

Shhh. Count to ten.

One... two...

Don't breathe.

Three... four...

Look at me. Just look at me.

Five... six...

GO!

(Outro) 

(Sound of tires screeching)

(Abrupt Cut to Silence)

Red Light

Phase Chroma is a high-concept duo occupying the luminous, melancholic space between Progressive Structure and Ethereal Art-Pop. Formed around a striking duality—precise, structural synth work meets vast, dreamy vocal atmospheres—the project exists to explore emotional resonance through meticulous design. Their music sounds like the aftermath of a beautiful, systemic failure. Tracks like the digitally fractured "Neon Decay" and the liquid, intimate vastness of "Ripples in the Void" showcase their signature approach: cinematic soundscapes where every layered texture and subtle metric shift is intentional. Phase Chroma doesn't just make music; they manufacture deeply felt sonic tension for the quiet, empty hours.