[Verse 1] The time here has crumbled to dust in the halls of the desolate stations, The silt has long settled on maps of the faded and lost destinations. A green traffic signal is shining—an epitaph deep in the crossing, Where winds strip the skeletons off of the headlines the curbstone is tossing. We walked from our rooms, leaving keys on the dressers as soon as we started, The city exhaled, drunk on freedom the moment that we had departed. [Chorus] Hear the hum! Hear the brass! Metal sings Through the glass. In the void— Light is gone. We are none. No one’s left here, We are gone! [Verse 2] Up high in the boxes, the draft guts the curtains all tattered and greying, The echo in empty enfilades silences words we were weighing. The concrete of walls has absorbed all our secrets, the screams and the crying, The city’s a signal in darkness, impersonal, random, and dying. The iron still clings to the warmth of our breath and the touch of our fingers, Until the house geometry fills with the silence that finally lingers. [Chorus] Hear the hum! Hear the brass! Metal sings Through the glass. In the void— Light is gone. We are none. No one’s left here, We are gone! [Outro] The Doomsday Clock froze in a stillness of transcendental precision. We’re echoes of names ground to dust by the midnight’s final decision. Silence is also a plea. We’re not here. No one... Is here... Anymore.
