Lyrics: krysliang
Music: krysliang
Arranger: krysliang
Steel ribs fracture.
In the neon haze, drowning out the ghosts of yesterday.
Static climbs the towers made of glass.
Where silent satellites refuse to pass.
I'm tracing circles on the frozen deep.
Watching all the promises wecouldn't keep.
The logic pulls.
The atmosphere is thin.
They promise us a place to begin again.
But the air is sterile.
The light is wrong.
I'd rather fade than try to belong.
Let the sky shatter ifit's built on a lie.
I'm reaching for the truth in the dark of your eye.
This world is a cycle, a perfect machine.
But it tastes like the static of all that has been.
Hold on, hold on to the friction of skin.
Ifwe're losing the world, let the ending begin.
Let the ending begin.
They mapped the stars.
They deleted the tide.
Nowthere's nowhere left for the shadows to hide.
The data pulses where the pulse should be.
Everything is set except you and me.
We're the error code.
Theycan't erase.
A singular warmth in this hollow space.
The logic pulls.
The atmosphere is thin.
They promise us a place to begin again.
But the air is sterile.
The light is wrong.
I'd rather fade than try to belong.
One light, one breath, one defiance.
One defiance.
Break the hum, break the quiet.
Break the silence.
Not a program, not a feature.
Not a ghost in the wire.
We are the oxygen.
We are the fire.
Let the sky shatter ifit's built on a lie.
I'm reaching for the truth in the dark of your eye.
This world is a cycle, a perfect machine.
But it tastes like the static of all that has been.
Hold on, hold on to the friction of skin.
Ifwe're losing the world, let the ending begin.
Let the ending begin.
One small light fading.
Butwe're still here.