Static in the Sky

[Intro] (glitch effects, distant synths)

Wake me...

Or don't...

Maybe...

I'm already dreaming...

Every morning feels the same, Different faces... Same old game.

Concrete rivers... Neon rain... Everyone repeats the frame.

Digital ghosts behind their eyes, Selling truth in cheap disguise. I hear whispers through the walls... Something's waiting when night falls.

If this world is real...

Why does it rewind?

If I'm truly free...

Who's inside my mind?

There's static in the sky...

Pixels in the light...

Every time I close my eyes...

The world's not black...

It's white.

Am I living...

Or just dreaming...

Is this blood...

Or just a stream?

Tell me...

Where does reality begin...

When every mirror...

Looks like me?

Numbers follow every street, Déjà vu beneath my feet. Every answer births a lie, Every truth begins to die.

Someone edits every scene, Nothing's ever what it seems. Maybe heaven... Maybe code... Maybe both... I'll never know.

[Bridge] (spoken over deep bass)

Pull the wire...

Kill the noise...

Silence...

Has a voice.

If this world is made of code...

Who wrote...

Me?

There's static in the sky...

Cracks inside the sun...

If I break beyond the screen...

Will I find...

Anyone?

If tomorrow never comes...

Maybe nothing ever did...

Maybe I'm...

Just another...

Dream...

Inside...

The grid.

[Outro] (minimal synth fading into silence)

Wake up...

Wake up...

...or don't.