Caught On Tape

2 a.m
17 in the parking lot
Red light
The Tomic
Red light rotate.
17 deep and we came
Too late.
One door and another whole flow
The Tomic
Caught on tape
Red light rotate.
Blue lights bleed
Through the window shades.
One bad move
And the whole night change.
The Tom on
17 deep yeah.
Met downstairs where the street went quiet.
17 faces, nobody smiling.
Someone said quick like we
All believe.
The camera went
Live when the door started breathing
First floor dark only exit signs.
Empty front desk and fluorescent lies.
One by one through the frame we slide.
No
Twitch chat watching through
My eyes.
Elevator stops, everybody go still.
Door open slow to an
Empty floor.
Office at night.
Got a
Different feel.
When 17 shadows cross
One door, no music playing, no voices
Around, just shoes on tile and a
Fan sound.
And somebody laughs way too
Loud and every head turns too
Late now
Red light rotate.
17 deep and we
Came too late.
One door and now the whole floor wakes time on tape.
Red
Light rotate.
Blue lights be through
The window shades.
One bad move
In the whole night change on
17 deep on alarm is once and the silence is gone
White lights flash every monitor on.
Camera swings like somebody else
Yells from the hall.
Then the base comes
In and it swallows it all.
Glass
In the frame.
Smoking a lot.
Blue on the walls from the street outside.
Whole
Feet shakes every time that kick lands.
17 moving through a camera's hand.
Someone loses track of where
Everyone went.
Someone still laughing
Like this makes sense.
Somebody
Scream something lost in the mix.
Chat
Only catches the end of the sentence.
Now every hallway looks
Exactly the same.
Every red exist
Calls my name.
We came here
Together now the whole thing changed.
No clean plan just 17 name
Red light rotate.
17 deep and the whole
Floor shakes.
Blue light hits in a frame.
Go straight
Red light rotate.
Every base hit makes
The lens vibrate.
One bad night
That they can't erase the neck on
Whole squad moving on 17
If they ask who came
Down three floors
Through the lobby
City lights on wet concrete
Camera turns.
Count the shadows make
Sure 17 still le
No one says what happened
No one needs to explain
By tomorrow, every clip will have the same damn night
Red light rotate.
17 deep and we leave
No trace except one lens and a night replay
On tape, red light rotate.
Blue
Lights fade while we pull away.
Whole
Chat knows before morning breaks
On tape 17