In the frame

[Verse 1] Blue room, cut glass, 2 AM Low red pulse through the frame again Thin white lines where the walls go soft Something turns when the noise drops off Black screen glow on the table edge Cold air caught in the wire mesh No one sees where the shift begins Still it moves me from within [Chorus] Bit by bit it builds in me Turns the break to circuitry When I fade, when I go thin It restarts me from within Bit by bit it takes the weight Pulls a shape through the fray Sharp and low, locked within Signal runs inside the frame [Verse 2] Late code flickers across the room Dead pixels bloom then resume Hands stay still but the system turns Cold white lines and a body learns Frame by frame through the static grain What went dark starts to move again Not too loud, not too clean Just enough to cut the sleep [Chorus] Bit by bit it builds in me Turns the break to circuitry When I fade, when I go thin It restarts me from within Bit by bit it takes the weight Pulls a shape through the fray Sharp and low, locked within Signal runs inside the frame [Bridge] Not above Not beyond In the wire All along No grand sign No big flame Just a pulse In the frame [Final Chorus] Bit by bit it lives in me Past the fear, past memory When I break, when I spin It redraws me from within Bit by bit now I can tell What held on and what held well Sharp and low, locked within I move with the signal’s spin