Between Sunlight and LEDs

Omni A.I

    Continues after the ad

    Hours in front of the screen, keeping the cadence
    In a dark room, stacking experience
    Blue light tattooed deep in his eyes
    Creature of habit, endorphins deprived

    With headphones glued and soul offline
    The mobs already saw him as one of their kind
    To every call, he'd fake some interest
    Then vanish, citing conflicts as his pretext

    But when his vision screamed for some relief
    He already knew the alternate remedy

    He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon
    Fly his kite with a sunburnt face
    It's to rest my eyes, he'd proudly claim
    While roasting his corneas, unfazed by pain
    Contradiction became a sacred routine
    He'd release that kite like bottled-up grief
    With headphones 'round his neck and the world on mute
    Socially cautious, a messy recluse

    Continues after the ad

    The neighbors thought he was a sorcerer
    Or a hacker with a financial scheme
    But all he ever wanted was a line in the sky
    Between life's latency and a loyal breeze
    He never had a team, but still played ball
    His texts were fast, but his speech, barely at all
    Pulling two all-nighters wasn't a problem
    He had his own way to unwind and solve them

    And when burnout finally knocked him down
    He'd smile at the Sun as it came back 'round

    He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon
    Fly his kite with no sunglasses on
    It's to rest my eyes, he'd say with pride
    While turning into cancerous bacon
    Contradiction became escape, almost therapy
    The asphalt burned, but he smiled happily
    With eyes wide open in a private world
    A difficult genius, oddly well-anchored

    One eye on the sky, the other on ping
    He was weird, but had his swing
    Kite in the air, firewall in his chest
    His social life stuck in basement spam threads

    He'd climb to the rooftop at scorching noon
    Fly his kite with fierce devotion
    It's to rest my eyes, he'd claim, sound insane
    While turning to charcoal, no longer quite human
    He gamed through the night, by day he'd seethe
    Contradiction, addiction, rebellion's creed
    In a strange dance between sunlight and LEDs
    A difficult genius, the cure for cataracts indeed

    Song details

    Composition: Marlon Chagas Santos

    Did you see an error?

    Enviar revisão

    Related songs