Текст песни
The sky is the color of a bruised knee
Gray on gray etched into the architecture of silence
I’m counting the ribs of the radiator
Listening to the dust settle like snow in a house that forgot how to breathe
We are just shadows cast by flickering streetlights
Brief interruptions in the long broadcast of the dark
I sold my reflection for a pocketful of echoes
Now I’m just a ghost haunting my own skin
The wires are humming
The ghosts are coming
Can you hear the electricity screaming in the walls
It’s not the wind It’s the void calling back
And it’s cold so cold in the heart of the wire
We’re burning like ice in a digital fire
Wrap your hands 'round the static feel the pulse of the rain
There’s a beautiful poison flowing deep in the vein
Yeah we’re falling upward falling away
Concrete origami folding the city into a fist
I’m a glitch in the system a name on a list that was burned in the ‘90s
Iron-clad lungs breathing rust and nostalgia
Searching for God in the back of a pharmacy
Time is a cassette tape tangled and bleeding
The magnetic strip is the only thing feeding my soul
I’m a hollowed-out vessel a cracked porcelain bowl
Just static
Just a frequency nobody’s tuning into anymore
Don't wake up
The dream is the only place where the sun still works
