Lyrics
Sunlight hitting the white table
Data points in a vegetable fable
Spinach leaves lined up in a queue
Waiting for the processor to push them through
One, two, three, four, five
Are these vitamins really alive?
Or just pixels?
The toast is a polygon, sharp and dry
Calculated beneath the morning sky
I zoom in on the seeds, the little noise
Scattered around like digital toys
Crunch into the silence, break the grid
Hiding the feelings, keep them hid
It's a granular morning, scattered and bright
Parsing the shadows, parsing the light
Everything is sampled, everything is looped
The grapefruit slices have all been grouped
Taste the glitch on the tip of your tongue
The day is old but the file is young
Reset the pattern
Clear the cache
Digest the system
Avoid the crash
The coffee is a void, a black hole in the art
Caffeine pumping through the motherboard heart
I drink the darkness to wake up the screen
Wiping the surface, keeping it clean
So clean
Arrangement saved
Breakfast complete