(Verse 1)
Echoes are heavy, a ghost in the sound,
Didn’t chase shadows, I built solid ground.
Four walls echo, the tempo low.
The past in the bass, and it won’t let go.
(Chorus)
Blue Monday, just another grave,
Lost in the hum of the haze it gave.
Blue Monday, Just a wave.
Blue Monday, Just a phase.
(Verse 2)
Flicker of memory, caught on the screen,
Looped in a haze like a half-lit dream.
Static is steady, the low-end drone,
Sink in the rhythm, I’m finally grown.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Clock on the wall starts bending time,
Round and around, it draws the line.
Don’t need escape, don’t need regret,
Just breathe in the rhythm—no worry, no net.
(Outro)
Ghost in the machine,
A pulse in the dark,
Just breathe…