Ashes Without Fire - Despair - [violetecho] - t∞₀

Verse 1 They built a screen around the silence, Lit it up with towers of light. No flame beneath, no ash, no violence, Just echoes staged in perfect white. Whispers sold in mirrored temples, Mirages lined in sterile rows— A hypermarket of remembrance Where nothing sacred ever grows. Chorus In the desert of the real, They sell the shape of what we feel. Meaning drained in static streams, Icons weep in fractured dreams. A thousand clones of distant pain, Each one hollow, just the same. Reflection deep, but never true— A memory rewritten blue. Verse 2 Glass shadows play across the ceiling, Commodified, embalmed regret. The labyrinth forgets its meaning, A monument to disconnect. Each signal feigns a holy sorrow, Processed in a feedback loop— Yesterday streamed out tomorrow, Wrapped in wires, sold as truth. Bridge The image watches while you sleep, Stained glass flickers, secrets keep. No altar left, no prayer remains, Just icons dancing in their chains. And still we praise the silent glow, Mistaking it for all we know... Final Chorus In the desert of the real, We chase a ghost we cannot feel. The past reduced to barcode lies, Sold in aisles under sacred skies. Clones of grief in replayed light, Forever day, erasing night. A song of loss we never knew— Simulated, yet so true.