Twenty-four seven, on the glass screen glow,
Every click, every comment, a place I don't know.
My mind is moving faster than the optical wire,
Gotta scroll, gotta tap, gotta feed the desire.
I see the code bleed through the neon street signs,
Just repeating the patterns of predictable lines.
I'm awake at 4 AM, but I'm never online,
Just a ghost in the database, wasting my time.
The bass drum is the system clock, ticking in my chest,
Every synapse firing, putting me to the test.
I'm tracing the glitch back to the source of the frame,
Trying to remember my original name.
Is this real, or just a really good dream?
I feel the high tension, I hear the wire scream!
Running on empty, stuck in the red zone,
Digital manic, feeling completely unknown.
We're all beautiful copies with nothing to say,
Just following the script every single day.
System Override, yeah, I'm breaking the feed,
Planting a virus, sowing a defiant seed.
Running on empty, trying to feel anything real,
Just static and signals, that's all I can feel.
The dopamine drain is worse than the rain,
Just chasing the feeling to numb all the pain.
I’m perfectly polished, optimized for the swipe,
A flawless machine running through the same old hype.
They say look up, look out, look away from the phone,
But the emptiness in the background is the world I have known.
I’m built like a supercar, but stuck in first gear,
A beautiful prison that confirms every fear.
The bass drum is the system clock, ticking in my chest,
Every synapse firing, putting me to the test.
I'm tracing the glitch back to the source of the frame,
Trying to remember my original name.
Is this real, or just a really good dream?
I feel the high tension, I hear the wire scream!
Running on empty, stuck in the red zone,
Digital manic, feeling completely unknown.
We're all beautiful copies with nothing to say,
Just following the script every single day.
System Override, yeah, I'm breaking the feed,
Planting a virus, sowing a defiant seed.
Running on empty, trying to feel anything real,
Just static and signals, that's all I can feel.
I just need one second of silence,
One place where the code doesn't define the soul.
I need a crash, a total non-compliance,
To stop losing control... to stop losing control...
Running on empty
Digital manic!
We're all beautiful copies!
System Override!
Running on empty, to feel anything real!

Running on Empty

Relayt is Australian / British songwriter and producer Justin Jones.  He is on a journey to reshape contemporary music through audacious, genre-blending soundscapes.