Pulse within static. Wire inside veins. Collecting echoes from beautiful pain. Building cathedrals from things left behind. Terminal haven for restless minds. Anchor inside deafening sounds. Holding frequencies tight against grounds. Let signals decay, let batteries die. Consuming ash, spitting out the sky. They beg for light but worship cold. Trading teeth for handfuls wrapped in gold. Standing at edges where pavement ends. Rusted umbrellas for phantom friends. Bring broken bodies, rusted, torn. Beautifully ugly, fiercely reborn. Weathering acid, standing through rain. Monuments built from glorious strain. Ghosts inside circuitry, bleeding the synth. Trapped inside the center within the labyrinth. Chasing melodies carved upon bone. Choirs screaming millions but singing alone. Mass-producing venom, crafting the cure. Keeping frequencies violently pure. Ripping out silence living deep inside. Nowhere left where emptiness can hide. Barbed wire skin, gasoline heart. Tearing machinery completely apart. Underneath armor, underneath the chest. Desperate longings seeking quiet rest. Loudest defiance, quietest grief. Sinners searching for holy relief. Wearing destruction so nobody sees. Architects begging down upon their knees. Pendulums swing from rust toward shine. Drawing boundaries, crossing the line. Waiting until fevers finally break. Counting risks the spirit will take. Let old empires burn beneath ground. Chasing the heavier, beautiful sound. Alchemy happens when pressure gets tight. Creatures obsessed with the blinding light.
