Screen Fades to Black

(Intro)

(The sound of rain fades into a heavy, muffled radio filter. A glitched, repetitive synth arpeggio enters alongside a soft vinyl crackle and a distant telephone ring tone)

(Vocal processed through a low-fidelity megaphone filter, sounding thin and far away)

Hey... Are you there?

Guess not.

(A soft, lazy lo-fi snare hits on every third beat)

(Verse 1)

(A warm, filtered Rhodes electric piano plays a slow loop. A deep but smooth sub-bass holds the bottom end, avoiding any aggressive distortion)

Words we can’t take back, lingering in the air

Staring at a glowing screen, pretending not to care

Three dots appear, then they disappear again

The silent notification of how we hit the end

I watch the blue light flicker, dancing on the wall

Waiting for a rewrite that will never come at all.

(Refrain)

(The lo-fi drums drop out, leaving only the fading electric piano chords)

Screens are fading to black...

Heart you used to hold...

Everything's getting cold.

(Chorus)

(The full beat kicks back in. The sub-bass becomes more melodic, and a slow, side-chained pad swells on every downbeat, creating a breathing effect.)

We’re just ghosts in the static, lost in the feed

Chasing a signal that we no longer need

Yeah, we’re ghosts in the static, watching it fade

Buried alive in the connection we made.

(Verse 2)

(The lo-fi drums return with a slightly crisper hi-hat pattern. A distant, clean electric guitar plucks a minor melody in the background)

Scrolling through the archives of a different year

Double-tapping memories that used to feel so near

Now I’m just a ghost inside your digital footprint

Looking for a spark but there is no more flint

The phantom vibration still echoes in my hand

A ghost in the machine that I will never understand.

(Chorus - Looping)

(The intensity builds slightly as a second, higher harmony layer joins the vocals. The side-chained pad grows wider in the stereo field)

We’re just ghosts in the static, lost in the feed

Chasing a signal that we no longer need

Yeah, we’re ghosts in the static, watching it fade

Buried alive in the connection we made.

(Bridge)

(A subtle bitcrusher effect, making the audio sound progressively lower quality, like a failing digital signal. The main drums fade out, leaving a glitched-out rimshot)

No more late-night typing, no more status updates

Just two empty profiles left to their separate fates

You went from my whole world to a blocked username

Funny how a pixel change can make it feel so tame.

Yeah.

(Chorus - Final Loop)

(The bitcrusher snaps off, and the full instrumentation hits one last time with maximum depth, feeling immersive and heavy)

We’re just ghosts in the static, lost in the feed

Chasing a signal that we no longer need

Yeah, we’re ghosts in the static, watching it fade

Buried alive in the connection we made.

(Outro)

(The drums cut completely. The synth arpeggio slows down drastically, losing its timing.)

Disconnecting...

(Fading vocal echo) fade... black...

Nothing left to say.