Neon rain on the boulevard Static prayers in a broken dark Everybody traded soul for glow I watched the whole world let go Silver screens and synthetic hearts Soft collapse dressed up as art But somewhere underneath the noise I still hear the ancient voice I… Know this feeling Like a memory returning through smoke Through glass Through lifetimes I remember Who we were before the lights Before the hunger Before they taught us how to hide I remember There was something pure inside And even now I still carry the fire Gold around my throat like prayer Sacred smoke inside the air City glowing artificial blue But none of it feels as real as you Everybody wants another face Another body they can replace But I was never built to bend I survived the end I… Feel the signal Somewhere underneath the static Calling me home I remember Who we were before the lights Before the hunger Before they taught us how to hide I remember There was something pure inside And even now I still carry the fire Maybe softness was the weapon Maybe love was always power Maybe God still speaks in whispers In the middle of the towers And maybe I was never lost Only sleeping in the noise I remember Who I was before the fear Before the silence Before I disappeared I remember And my body knows it too The flame returns Every time I choose the truth
