No Numbahs ;-;

(Verse 1) Rodney sits alone in the dim-lit bindery, Counting hours passing by, lost in reverie. His life's a blur of paper stacks and ink stains, But tonight, he feels the weight of his chains. Dreams of big numbers, they once fueled his fire, But now they're slipping away, sinking deeper its getting dire. EP Graphics, his battleground, his stage, But tonight, he's trapped in a cage. (Chorus) Oh Rodney, chasing numbers in the dark, EP Graphics, leaves its mark. But when the digits fall too low, It's hard to find a reason to not let go. (Verse 2) Every page he binds, every moment spent, Feels like another blow, another dent. His worth measured in numbers, but they elude his grasp, And Rodney wonders if he'll ever clasp. The bindery echoes with the sound of defeat, As Rodney stares at his balance sheet. EP Graphics, his whole world on the line, But tonight, it feels like a sign. (Chorus) Oh Rodney, chasing numbers in the dark, EP Graphics, leaves its mark. But when the digits fall too low, It's hard to find a reason to not let go. (Bridge) Lost in the silence, lost in the pain, Rodney wonders if he'll ever break the chain. EP Graphics, his lifeline slipping away, And Rodney's left with nothing to say. chasing numbers in the dark, EP Graphics, leaves its mark. But when the digits fall too low, It's hard to find a reason to not let go. (Bridge) Lost in the silence, lost in the pain, Rodney wonders if he'll ever break the chain. EP Graphics, his lifeline slipping away, And Rodney's left with nothing to say. (Chorus) Oh Rodney, chasing numbers in the dark, EP Graphics, leaving its mark. But when the digits fall too low, It's hard to find a reason to glow. (Outro) So here's to Rodney, lost in the bindery's embrace, Where big numbers dictate his place. EP Graphics, his hope, his fear, But tonight, his future isn't clear. (Outro) EP Graphics, his hope, his fear, But tonight, his future isn't clear.