Static & Marrow #v2

Lyrics

[Intro] (A low, grinding mechanical hum. The sound of a needle skipping on a warped record. A single, detuned piano key strikes, soaked in heavy plate reverb, then echoes into nothing.) (Spoken, raw and brittle) They say if you hold your breath long enough, the static starts to sound like a voice. ​[Verse 1] The copper taste of waiting on my tongue I’m carving your initials in the lung Of every city street that we once shared When I believed that ghosts could actually care. The wires are frayed, the connection’s turned to rust I’m inhaling all the memory, choking on the dust Of who we were before the map went black And there was never any turning back. ​[Chorus] (Bass kicks in—thick, distorted, and irregular, like a failing electrical current. The drums are muffled, like beating on a casket lid.) Oh, it’s a desperate kind of gravity Pulling all the oxygen right out of me I’m reaching through the circuit, through the glass Trying to stop the future, trying to hold the past. Love is just a glitch in the machine A flicker in the dark, a jagged, broken dream I’m screaming at the silence, but the silence screams back Burning through the wire, fading into black. ​[Verse 2] (The beat strips back. A dissonant, high-pitched synth tone pulses like a migraine.) I watch the rhythm jump behind your eyes A million different versions of the same old lies. You’re shivering in colors I can’t name Feeding every shadow to the dying flame. I’d sell my heartbeat just to hear you say That you’re not planning on just fading away. ​[Verse 3] (Music swells—a chaotic, layered texture of distorted cello strings and heavy, rhythmic industrial thuds.) The walls are closing in, the geometry is wrong I’ve been writing you a ghost-note for too long. Every touch is friction, every kiss is static charge The hunger in the hollow is getting far too large! We’re wreckage in the water, we’re debris in the tide There’s nowhere left to run, there’s nowhere left to hide! ​[Verse 4] (The tempo slows to a crawl. Heavy, gut-punch bass hits on the downbeat. Everything else drops away, leaving a jagged, distorted guitar feedback loop.) Just stay. Don’t let the frequency decay. The marrow’s turning cold, the frame is starting to bend Is this where the signal breaks? Is this the end? I’m holding on to nothing, but I’m holding it tight Just a ghost in the wires, staring down the light. ​[Outro] (The industrial noise fades out to a single, pulsing heartbeat sound, then suddenly stops. The room goes dead silent.) (Whispered, barely audible) Can you hear me now?