Vertically Falling Night (Psychedelic Rock)

I wonder if this is the sound everyone was hoping to hear?? We’ve still got a long way to go, but I’m going to keep exploring to find what lies beyond this sound. Pale room, the window is a screen Killing the sunrise, the vertical timeline Only my fingertips remain as the remnants of the body The sound of my heartbeat is drowned out by the fan Instead of prayer, a refresh button All wishes are in the cloud The one who replies, saying 'It's okay' Is someone I don’t know, their name faint The noise of notifications gnaws at my nerves The tinnitus called silence hurts An equivalent exchange of 'I love you' and 'I want to die' The afterimages of lives being scrolled through The once-standing church, the smell of soot-stained wood Silence was something that 'was' there Abandoning the gravity of warm hands We depend on the light-speed lightness Trembling afterimages, the blue spiral The chain of love has lost its meaning In a place where neither God nor others can enter I just weave the solitude called 'me' The ultramarine sea, dancing symbols Abandoning innocence, embracing the afterglow Until unreachable words become light I just want to believe in this silence Even if I'm told to stay silent My heart is noisy and I cannot sleep Kicking this closed world I just jump out, staying as myself The news is someone's demerit board Stones fly in the comment section Inside a phone narrower than a classroom There's a window, but no wind No one is watching, someone exposes The boundary between prayer and curse melts away The world is 'saved', the heart is 'unsaved' Consciousness overheating, cannot shut down Hey, if, somehow, God Logs into this circuit I don’t need salvation I just want you to listen to this 'noise' beside me Soaking my dreams in the electromagnetic sea Pretending a low-resolution love Read receipts, miracles, all unreachable at the bottom My trembling heartbeat as proof of myself Blue noise piercing the retina Inner voice thumping at my heart Even if I turn off the screen, the heat doesn't disappear A more certain answer than the correct one There is no God in the digital sea Even so, I fold my fingers Not to pray, but to confirm my own heat A short message that reaches no one 'I am here' I won’t press the send button anymore Because I have received myself