Isotropic Victory

[Verse 1]
Hey, it's me. The grout on the Ogden's back alley brick is cold.
It's almost three, a Tuesday, and I'm tracing the lines you told me
Were just a stress test, a simulation of the load.
My thumb is black with soot, I'm doing the thing I always do before I call.
Just… seeing if the structure holds.

[Chorus]
It's an isotropic victory, baby.
Same kind of empty from every degree.
I ran the numbers, I proved the strain.
So tell me why it feels like my whole cantilever frame is swaying in the rain.

[Verse 2]
Your signal's cutting out up here on Capitol Hill.
The phone feels like a dead weight, a counter-balance standing still.
You said, "I guess the math works out for you, doesn't it?"
And the resonance from those words just hit.
It wasn't a crack, it was a clean, perfect split.

[Chorus]
It's an isotropic victory, baby.
Same kind of empty from every degree.
I ran the numbers, I proved the strain.
So tell me why it feels like my whole cantilever frame is swaying in the rain.

[Bridge]
(Beat switches; groove becomes darker, whispered vocals enter)
I won. I'm right. The blueprint's clean.
(whispers: right, right, the blueprint's clean, right, right)
It's the quietest, loneliest machine I've ever seen.

[Outro]
Yeah, a perfect split. Um… call me back. Or don't.
(click)