(Verse 1)
Another Friday night, the same old broken scene,
Scrolling through the faces, a digital machine.
Every smile a filter, every laugh a lie,
Just an empty echo beneath a hollow sky.
Remember chasing shadows, a phantom in the haze?
Believed in whispered promises, lost in a memory maze.
Now the static hums, a constant ringing dread,
Another shattered illusion rattling in my head.
Used to crave the comfort, a shelter from the rain,
Now I just feel the drizzle, a dull and endless pain.
Searching for a signal, a flicker in the gray,
Anything but silence, to push the ghosts away.
(Chorus)
These echoes in the static, they scream your name aloud,
Lost in the transmission, lost within the crowd.
No arms of a stranger, just empty space and cold,
A story left unfinished, a heart that can't be sold.
I'm breaking from the silence, tearing down the walls,
Ignoring all the whispers, ignoring empty calls.
Gonna find my own rhythm, carve out my own space,
No longer just a shadow in this lonely, digital race.
The static's gonna break now, a storm before the dawn,
This search for something real, it’s been too long.
(Verse 2)
Remember whispered secrets, beneath a fading moon?
Thought I'd found forever, that perfect, hollow tune.
But promises are fragile, like glass beneath your feet,
Shattering to splinters, impossibly bittersweet.
Now I walk these city streets, with headphones on my ears,
Drowning out the chatter, the constant, creeping fears.
Every neon glow, another broken dream,
Just a fleeting moment, a desperate, fading gleam.
Tried to fit the mold, play the part they wrote,
But the pages were all empty, just a forgotten note.
So I’m ripping up the script, writing my own lines,
Leaving all the fakers, their superficial signs.
(Chorus)
These echoes in the static, they scream your name aloud,
Lost in the transmission, lost within the crowd.
No arms of a stranger, just empty space and cold,
A story left unfinished, a heart that can't be sold.
I'm breaking from the silence, tearing down the walls,
Ignoring all the whispers, ignoring empty calls.
Gonna find my own rhythm, carve out my own space,
No longer just a shadow in this lonely, digital race.
The static's gonna break now, a storm before the dawn,
This search for something real, it’s been too long.
(Bridge)
I'm not waiting for a savior, not looking for a sign,
This battle's mine to fight now, this destiny is mine.
Through the feedback and the chaos, I'll find a clearer sound,
My own anthem rising, on solid, sacred ground.
No more searching blindly, no more reaching out,
Just my own two hands to clear away the doubt.
(Outro)
Yeah, the static's breaking, the signal's coming through,
No arms of a stranger, just me and something new.
No more echoes fading, just a roaring, vibrant hum,
My own voice is rising, my time has finally come.
Echoes in the static, breaking free!
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