Bassline Time Machine

Clock is midnight Still stuck on the day shift Heart in my throat like Every dream's on a waitlist I was broke in the back row Faded in the background Now I sprint past the gas low Engine talking the last round, yeah See your fears in the rearview, they shrink When I step through every can that they throw out I turn into clear fuel From the bus stop rain To the boardroom stain Same shoe, same soul But I tore off the chain If you keep running from the mirror But the truth stays, truth stays All the noise is fading clearer When the pulse shakes, pulse shakes Every scar you try to bury Is a roadmap home Let the old world go This is baseline time machine It's taking everyone to what will be Hands up high if you feel that scene With the glass getting loud and the small heart screen We've been broken and unseen Now we crash right through that ceiling beam In this baseline time machine Where we wind up now then we leave it clean You count the coins for a late night ride Now I count these wins in the lines I write They laughed at the vision, said stay in position Now they steady every move like a class in ambition No map for the long road Just a cracked phone glow Mama praying in the kitchen, let the closed doors go This is baseline time machine It's taking everyone to what will be Hands up high if you feel that scene