Nights, not days.
Future progressive Britpop, Hypnagogic church, symphonic drums, unsual pop, Danceable Rock Britpop, alternative psychodelic. Hypnagogic harp church
Nights, not days.
Future progressive Britpop, Hypnagogic church, symphonic drums, unsual pop, Danceable Rock Britpop, alternative psychodelic. Hypnagogic harp church
Lyrics
Intro – lazy word
Nights, not days.
The clock's on life support.
You're back again.
So, what's your number, then?
Verse 1
Poolside—she glides, dripping status symbols.
Water whips for me, steam and synergy for her.
Fat cats bark orders, I sip my bitter truth,
Zoomed in, zoomed out, same corporate loop.
Pre-Chorus
I hang by the printer,
You scroll past like news.
We’re boxed in by targets,
Dressed up as good news.
Chorus
Someone spilled the lie again!
This ain't a party — it's performance pain.
Badge says "fun", shoes say "run",
Another buzzword, another refund.
Manager, hustler, temp on brew —
All on mute, all see-through.
The rug is soaked, the floor is fake,
This ain't dancing — it’s a brand mistake.
Verse 2
I showed up late—still, they clocked me in.
No badge, no flair — just noise and skin.
CEO’s grin still stains her chair,
She drafts the guidelines, sits in his air.
Pre-Chorus
Pick me? Who cares.
It’s checkmarks all day.
KPI cliffs
With coffee for pay.
Chorus
Someone spilled the lie again!
This ain't a party — it's performance pain.
Badge says "fun", shoes say "run",
Another buzzword, another refund.
Manager, hustler, temp on brew —
All on mute, all see-through.
The rug is soaked, the floor is fake,
This ain't dancing — it’s a brand mistake.
Bridge – spoken word / slower build
The night played me. Good morning, synergized drones.
Ideas. Results. Leverage. Yeah, leverage that.
Bartender knows the score, he's calculating the burnout rate.
Let the carpet soak. No one's truly idle on the rug, are they?
The sycophant won’t wake today—probably on call.
He gets a raise, she signs the clause.
The intern cries — she edits the cause.
Pre-Chorus – final
I stand by the kettle,
You blank every nod.
This break room’s a jungle
In suits made by fraud.
Chorus – final repetition
Someone spilled the lie again!
This ain't a party — it's performance pain.
Badge says "fun", shoes say "run",
Another buzzword, another refund.
Manager, hustler, temp on brew —
All on mute, all see-through.
The rug is soaked, the deal’s in bed,
This ain't dancing — it's power and cred.
Outro – whispered
Catalogue number. One-one-zero. Approved and on-boarded!
I walk in morning-only. Then I clock out.
This is the shift. This is the chargeback.
No punch cards now—just theft at large.
Catalogue number. One-one-zero.
I walk in morning-only.
Then I clock out.
One-one-zero.