The neon flickers in a shattered room, Where shadows dance beneath a heavy weight. A hollow echo rings within the gloom, As rhythmic pulses seal a twisted fate. The low-end thrums against the rusted floor, A grinding gear within the cold machine. We push the limits through the open door, To find the beauty in the most obscene. The static screams across the velvet skin, A digital decay of pure desire. The darkness rises as the walls cave in, A frozen heat within a hollow fire. The cables tangle like a lover’s grip, The signal breaks into a jagged line. Upon the edge where consciousness will slip, The metal and the marrow intertwine. The heavy sludge begins to slow the pace, A rhythmic noise that drowns the human cry. With every breath, a ghost of time and space, Beneath the gaze of an electronic eye. The static screams across the velvet skin, A digital decay of pure desire. The darkness rises as the walls cave in, A frozen heat within a hollow fire. A sudden snarl erupts from deep within, The monotone gives way to visceral sound. The cycle starts where ending should begin, As heavy Viking drums begin to pound. The reverb washes over every word, A telephonic ghost from long ago. The final truth is felt but never heard, Within the currents of the undertow. The 90 BPM will never cease, A claustrophobic march toward the end. In this distortion, we have found our peace, Where binary and blood begin to blend. The glitch consumes the last remaining spark, A nihilistic breath upon the glass. We vanish slowly in the silent dark, As all the rhythmic shadows finally pass.
