Megosztott hang

Intro: A low, distorted synth hum builds. A sharp, mechanical ticking sound starts—click, click, click—layered with a staccato violin section playing a repetitive, frantic 7/8 time signature.) ​[Verse 1] The sun is a placeholder, a flickering light In a room with no windows, just left and just right I’ve memorized the cracks where the floorboards meet The rhythm of the static, the ghost on the street. I’m waking up in the middle of a sentence I finished a year ago. Same shoes, same breath, same