Keystone/Silhouette (What the Gap Broke)

Post-industrial, post-digital art rock, ambient, industrial, synth-pop, cinematic minimalism, Low-frequency drones, sub-bass, processed cello, synths emulating tectonic pressure, FM leads, glassy arps, compressed pads

(The Spark)
I bloom in neon, tuned for every high, 
A halo built from numbers scrolling by my eye. 
No roots to hold me, I was made to move, 
Momentum is the thing I want to prove. 
I trade in moments, sharp and clean and loud, 
A solo figure framed against a cheering, roaring crowd. 
I shine because they’re watching when I do, 
And if they blink, I vanish from the view.

(The Builder)
The weight I hold is not for praise...
(The Spark)
The algorithm sings my phase...
(The Builder)
... but so the ground might bear your dance.
(The Spark)
And every second is my chance!

(The Builder)
And the silence that I anchored in the deep
(The Spark)
Is the very void I chatter back to sleep.
(The Builder)
And the future that I purchased with my past
(The Spark)
Is the present that I burn through bright and fast.
(The Builder)
You are the spark that my old timber feeds.
(The Spark)
I am the harvest of your oldest deeds.
(The Builder)
We are the echo... 
(The Spark)
And the scream...
(The Builder)
Split apart by the same dream.

(The Builder)
I felt the great forgetting start, 
A tremor in the bone. 
I sent the last ship through the gate, 
And faced the dark alone. 
Not with a sword, but with a chisel’s grace, 
A final, steadfast line, 
To hold one truth inside the stone.
(The Spark)
As time came un-spun from the twine.

(The Spark)
I stay in orbit, always streaming live, 
The feed decides how much I get to thrive. 
The past is lag, a file I never need, 
There’s only now, refreshed at instant speed. 
I count my worth in hearts that spike and fall, 
In rising graphs that answer when I call. 
If silence comes, I turn myself up more,
(The Builder)
And burn whatever’s left to keep the score.

(The Spark)
And the silence that you anchored in the deep…
(The Builder)
Is the very void you chatter back to sleep...
(Together)
And the future that we purchased with our past...
Is the present that I... burn through...
... bright and...
(The Builder) I still stand.
(The Spark) I'm still HERE!

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(The Builder) I planted oaks in borrowed soil, Built walls to blunt the wind. My account’s a ledger, scar by scar, A future ne'er to rescind. I carved my name not up in lights, But down in basement stone, So those who came with lighter hearts Might have a stable home. (The Spark) I bloom in neon, tuned for every high, A halo built from numbers scrolling by my eye. No roots to hold me, I was made to move, Momentum is the thing I want to prove. I trade in moments, sharp and clean and loud, A solo figure framed against a cheering, roaring crowd. I shine because they’re watching when I do, And if they blink, I vanish from the view. (The Builder) The weight I hold is not for praise... (The Spark) The algorithm sings my phase... (The Builder) ... but so the ground might bear your dance. (The Spark) And every second is my chance! (The Builder) And the silence that I anchored in the deep (The Spark) Is the very void I chatter back to sleep. (The Builder) And the future that I purchased with my past (The Spark) Is the present that I burn through bright and fast. (The Builder) You are the spark that my old timber feeds. (The Spark) I am the harvest of your oldest deeds. (The Builder) We are the echo... (The Spark) And the scream... (The Builder) Split apart by the same dream. (The Builder) I felt the great forgetting start, A tremor in the bone. I sent the last ship through the gate, And faced the dark alone. Not with a sword, but with a chisel’s grace, A final, steadfast line, To hold one truth inside the stone. (The Spark) As time came un-spun from the twine. (The Spark) I stay in orbit, always streaming live, The feed decides how much I get to thrive. The past is lag, a file I never need, There’s only now, refreshed at instant speed. I count my worth in hearts that spike and fall, In rising graphs that answer when I call. If silence comes, I turn myself up more, (The Builder) And burn whatever’s left to keep the score. (The Spark) And the silence that you anchored in the deep… (The Builder) Is the very void you chatter back to sleep... (Together) And the future that we purchased with our past... Is the present that I... burn through... ... bright and... (The Builder) I still stand. (The Spark) I'm still HERE!

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