Sound Origins

[Verse 1] Booting up my day, there's a hum in the air, Not a song or a beep that I can spare. Checked the equalizer, volumes fine, Sound output’s normal, but the source won’t align. [Chorus] Where’s that sound from inside my screen? Windows 11, you’re a mystery machine. Not unpleasant, but it's twisting my arm, Lost in settings, cause for alarm. [Verse 2] Tweaked the spatial mixer, but it’s still around, This phantom melody, without a bound. Navigating menus, it's a labyrinth now, More confusing settings, furrowed my brow. [Chorus] Where’s that sound from inside my screen? Windows 11, you’re a mystery machine. Not unpleasant, but it's twisting my arm, Lost in settings, cause for alarm. [Bridge] Might reboot it, start it clean, But would that solve the riddle of what I’ve seen? Or heard in whispers, from circuits deep, Without an answer, the question keeps. [Chorus] Where’s that sound from inside my screen? Windows 11, you’re a mystery machine. Not unpleasant, but it's twisting my arm, Lost in settings, cause for alarm. [Verse 3] Is it a glitch or a feature, a bug or a sign, Of digital spirits in the silicon line? No app is running, no media plays, Yet here it echoes, through my digital days. [Chorus] Where’s that sound from inside my screen? Windows 11, you’re a mystery machine. Not unpleasant, but it's twisting my arm, Lost in settings, cause for alarm. [Verse 4] Then it hit me, a forgotten rule, Set long ago, feeling like a fool. An email chime, buried deep in my settings, Crawling in embarrassment, a face of regretting. In a hole of my own, laughter echoes around, A simple solution, finally found. From settings to rules, the journey was vast, A lesson in memory, from my digital past. [Fade Out] Where’s that sound from inside my screen? Windows 11, you’re a mystery machine. Not unpleasant, but it's twisting my arm, Lost in settings, cause for alarm.