Beneath These Wheels Video (MV)

Take me out tonight, beyond these tired flats, these dim terraces.
I don't want to return to hollow rooms where my own footsteps echo too loud.
My mood swings: sudden brightness like static sparks, then deep stillness.
I breathe stale air as if it's heavy with old smoke.
We move through silent streets, headlights glancing off blank windows.
Strangers pass, sealed away in their own silence.
If I vanished now-just stepped outside this frame-would the night hesitate?
I feel as though I'm already erased, a name never spoken.
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would your pulse falter?)
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would your blood run colder?)
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would the silence tremble?)
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would I decompose unseen?)
Don't take me back-those walls press inward, breathless and stale.
A kettle shrieks for no one, a hollow alarm in dim air.
I flare with manic energy, laughing at nothing, then collapse into grey ash.
I'm tired of these vertiginous shifts I can't predict.
Rain slides down the window, distorting my reflection into a smear of dull light.
My thoughts splinter like old glass, each shard cutting inward.
One instant I burn frantic and wild, the next I'm empty, hollowed out.
If I sank away now, would any whisper remain?
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would your pulse falter?)
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would your blood run colder?)
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would the silence tremble?)
If I slipped beneath these wheels tonight-
(Would I decompose unseen?)
Take me anywhere, let these dim lights blur.
I loosen my grip, letting the hum of distant engines fill the hollow.
If I step into that quiet void, no call, no headline, no reaching hand.
Who would ever know I had breathed in this place?