From the recording EP8 SCENARIO 2040
“Glass Dome” describes life in a future where material needs are met but freedom, intimacy, and meaning have been hollowed out. The narrator wakes in artificial light, eats synthetic food, and receives just enough support to survive, but their existence feels rented and sterile. Screens and VR provide the illusion of escape, yet outside those simulations they feel like “nothing at all.” Neighbours vanish into silence, emotions are commodified, and human warmth has become a currency colder than gold. The chorus captures the paradox at the heart of this world: safety without belonging, freedom in name only. The whispered bridge deepens the unease, as the narrator admits they trade time for digital chains and live countless borrowed lives while feeling utterly alone. The song’s imagery of static, automation, and echo closes with a sense of being trapped in a perfectly engineered cage — a life protected, but profoundly empty. The music is dark and synth-driven with a machine-like pulse throughout, and dark sax to enhance the urban feel.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Wake to a light that isn’t mine,
Breakfast poured from a factory line.
Stipend’s enough to keep me fed,
But dreams feel rented, painted red.
Pre-Chorus
Neighbours don’t look, they just disappear,
We’re ghosts in a system that keeps us here.
Chorus
Living under a glass dome,
Safe but never at home.
The screens keep singing,
But the silence grows.
In the world they built for me,
I’m free, but never free.
Verse 2
Click for credits, train the machine,
Faces blurred on a glowing screen.
In VR I can fly, I can fall,
Out here I’m nothing, I’m nothing at all.
Pre-Chorus
Voices are coded, feelings are sold,
Our warmth is a currency colder than gold.
Chorus
Living under a glass dome,
Safe but never at home.
The screens keep singing,
But the silence grows.
In the world they built for me,
I’m free, but never free.
Bridge
We trade our time for digital chains,
Smile in the storm, ignore the rain.
A thousand lives that aren’t my own,
I’m breathing still, but all alone.
Final Chorus
Living under a glass dome,
Safe but never at home.
The screens keep singing,
But the silence grows.
In the world they built for me,
I’m free, but never free…
I’m free, but never free.
Outro
Echoes of voices lost in static,
A hollow beat, synthetic, automatic.
I’ve forgotten how it used to be
Forgotten what was free
In the glass dome
Glass dome
Glass dome
Home