[Intro]
[Felt piano plays incomplete six-beat phrases, leaving the final beat empty.]

[Verse 1]
At two, the office softened at the edge,
At three, my shadow leaned across the ledge.
At four, I read one sentence seven times,
Each word was clear; together, none aligned.
The coffee cooled untouched beside my hand,
A coffee-black lake no morning had yet planned.
I blinked and found the cursor further down,
A line had changed while no one was around.

[Chorus]
Sleep debt, sleep debt, collecting what I owe,
Taking names from faces I have known.
Sleep debt, sleep debt, interest in my head,
Charging every hour I left unfed.
I borrowed from tomorrow to survive today;
Now tomorrow sends the invoice I cannot pay.

[Verse 2]
I drove the route from work but missed the turn,
The traffic lights were halos left to burn.
My key went in the door but would not twist;
I checked the number twice to see what I had missed.
Inside, the hallway seemed a copied frame,
The rooms were mine, but none recalled my name.
I lay without undressing on the sheet,
And heard the keyboard underneath my heartbeat.

[Chorus]
Sleep debt, sleep debt, collecting what I owe,
Taking names from faces I have known.
Sleep debt, sleep debt, interest in my head,
Charging every hour I left unfed.
I borrowed from tomorrow to survive today;
Now tomorrow sends the invoice I cannot pay.

[Piano Interlude]
[The piano attempts the cyan three-note motif, but the final note repeatedly falls one semitone short.]

[Bridge]
In sleep I stood before the office door;
I woke and found myself on level four.
In sleep I closed the final task at last;
I woke to see the deadline had already passed.
Which waking world had printed out the page?
Which dreaming hand had placed me in this cage?

[Build-up]
My eyes close.
The screen stays bright.
My pulse slows.
The build runs all night.
My head falls.
The warning turns red.
The system calls.
I answer from bed.

[Final Chorus]
Sleep debt, sleep debt, collecting what I owe,
Leaving blank white spaces where the hours go.
Sleep debt, sleep debt, counting breath and thread,
Making every room resemble my bed.
I borrowed from tomorrow till tomorrow slipped away;
Now the morning sends an invoice bearing yesterday.
Sleep debt, sleep debt—
I have nothing left to pay.

[Outro]
[The final piano chord is held while the drums quietly miss every sixth beat.]

No dream.
No dawn.
The screen remains on.
