[Intro]
(Instrumental intro: Distorted alt-rock guitar riff over a steady hip-hop b**t, soft synth pads swell in)
[Verse 1] (Male, monotone)
Screen glare, another late night
Problems stacked up, left and right
Static buzz inside my head
Replaying every word unsaid
Lost the signal, lost the thread
Just white noise filling up the dread
Trying to decode, make sense of it
But the frequency just doesn't fit
[Chorus] (Female, soaring)
Oh, the world spins loud and fast
Can this confusion ever pass?
Gotta tune into the music, find the sound
Let the rhythm turn it all around
Cut through the noise, the endless hum
Feel the b**t, let the clarity come
Tune into the music, let it guide
Leave the static chaos far behind
[Verse 2] (Male, monotone)
Flicking channels, changing lanes
Hoping something else remains
Beyond the worry, past the doubt
What's this mess really about?
Patterns hidden, out of sight
Need a different kind of light
Hip-hop pulse beneath the strain
Maybe I can break the chain
[Chorus] (Female, soaring)
Oh, the world spins loud and fast
Can this confusion ever pass?
Gotta tune into the music, find the sound
Let the rhythm turn it all around
Cut through the noise, the endless hum
Feel the b**t, let the clarity come
Tune into the music, let it guide
Leave the static chaos far behind
[Bridge] (Spoken, over minimal b**t and soft piano)
Sometimes... the hardest thing isn't finding the answer. It's quieting down enough to hear the question clearly. Life's got its own rhythm, its own frequency. You gotta stop fighting the signal... and just... listen. Tune in. The solutions... they're already playing.
[Chorus] (Female, soaring, slightly more intense)
Oh, the world spins loud and fast
Can this confusion ever pass?
Gotta tune into the music, find the sound
Let the rhythm turn it all around
Cut through the noise, the endless hum
Feel the b**t, let the clarity come
Tune into the music, let it guide
Leave the static chaos far behind
[Outro]
(Female vocal ad-libs: "Tune in... find the sound..." fading)
(Instrumental: Hip-hop b**t drops out. Distorted guitar riff repeats, becomes more dissonant and echoey. Soft synth pads swell and warp, creating a haunting, unresolved atmosphere. Fades to silence.)
