| Static, static |
| There’s no rest for a machine |
| Only circles and lines in my binary mind |
| I fade to static |
| Harvesting synapses in my dreams |
| I breathe, choke, let it go |
| But the fear never left when I slept alone |
| So I’m fading to static in the disconnect |
| Now I know it’s delusion |
| In love with the slow demise |
| We’re all numb in the hum of progress |
| Borrowed light, a parasite |
| I fed on the dusk and hid myself from the night |
| And we don’t speak, we barely hear |
| I watched you watch me disappear |
| As I’m fading to static in the disconnect |
| Now I know it’s delusion |
| In love with our slow demise |
| Be still and human |
| Breathe in and be consumed |
| It’s always red, the static in my head |
| It’s always red, the static in my head |
| It’s always red, the static in my head |
| It’s always red, the static in my head |
| Return to the hands of time |
| There’s nothing human in this room of white |
| Be still as the noise divides us |
| Be still as the noise divides us |