The Body As Interface

Verse

Fingerprint on the panel

Warm before it's read

Skin holds the charge

Then lets it go instead

I know the touch

I know it's brief

I know the current

Passes clean through me

Pre-Chorus

Tell me what registers

When the current's gone

Tell me what the sensor keeps

When the hand moves on

Chorus

Skin is the interface

I know it's real, I know it's static

I know the signal drops

Still it reads me back

Verse 2

Palm on the glass door

Green light, then red

I know the code

Doesn't live in my head

Pulse on a loop

Counted, then erased

I know the reader

Doesn't know my face

Pre-Chorus

Tell me what registers

When the current's gone

Tell me what the sensor keeps

When the hand moves on

Chorus

Skin is the interface

I know it's real, I know it's static

I know the signal drops

Still it reads me back

Bridge

Not the hand

Not the door

What's left standing

When the power's gone before

Static skin

No name, no key

Still the system

Calls it me

Chorus

Skin is the interface

I know it's real, I know it's static

I know the signal drops

Still it reads me back