Waiting For the Screen to Turn Black (New Day Mix) (Suno Exclusive)

V6-MINI

[verse 1]
Empty hums against the glass, another neon light burns out
Walking down the asphalt where the shadows twist about
They say a giant's coming with a blade tucked in his coat
Just another heavy anchor pulling down a sinking boat
The humidity is rising like a tape left in the sun
Everybody’s playing games, but nobody has won
[chorus]
And it feels like we're just waiting for the screen to fade to black
Floating through the stratosphere with zero chance to track
Just a flicker in the circuit, just a phantom on the screen
Drowning in the cosmic haze of a forgotten routine
Oh, let the sunset bleed
Nothing matters, nothing's what we need
[verse 2]
She plays the cards and watches all the static start to crawl
Men are stumbling blindly just to hit the padded wall
A southern heat that lingers like an 80s cathode hum
Waiting for the violent crash that everyone knew would come
The clockwork ticks away, but the batteries are dead
Just reflections of a hologram inside a quiet head
[chorus]
And it feels like we're just waiting for the screen to fade to black
Floating through the stratosphere with zero chance to track
Just a flicker in the circuit, just a phantom on the screen
Drowning in the cosmic haze of a forgotten routine
Oh, let the sunset bleed
Nothing matters, nothing's what we need
[bridge]
Out past the neon limits where the signal starts to fray
Every choice is scripted, every soul is thrown away
It’s a paperback apocalypse, a cybernetic waste
No one wins the chase, there is no flavor left to taste
Just a loop of synth and sorrow playing underneath the floor
As we lock another rusty, useless, subterranean door
[guitar solo]
[chorus]
And it feels like we're just waiting for the screen to fade to black
Floating through the stratosphere with zero chance to track
Just a flicker in the circuit, just a phantom on the screen
Drowning in the cosmic haze of a forgotten routine
Oh, let the sunset bleed
Nothing matters, nothing's what we need
[outro]
Fade into the static...
Let the cathode tube die out.
Just dust on a forgotten screen.
After sundown, there is nothing left.
Nothing at all.

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[verse 1] Empty hums against the glass, another neon light burns out Walking down the asphalt where the shadows twist about They say a giant's coming with a blade tucked in his coat Just another heavy anchor pulling down a sinking boat The humidity is rising like a tape left in the sun Everybody’s playing games, but nobody has won [chorus] And it feels like we're just waiting for the screen to fade to black Floating through the stratosphere with zero chance to track Just a flicker in the circuit, just a phantom on the screen Drowning in the cosmic haze of a forgotten routine Oh, let the sunset bleed Nothing matters, nothing's what we need [verse 2] She plays the cards and watches all the static start to crawl Men are stumbling blindly just to hit the padded wall A southern heat that lingers like an 80s cathode hum Waiting for the violent crash that everyone knew would come The clockwork ticks away, but the batteries are dead Just reflections of a hologram inside a quiet head [chorus] And it feels like we're just waiting for the screen to fade to black Floating through the stratosphere with zero chance to track Just a flicker in the circuit, just a phantom on the screen Drowning in the cosmic haze of a forgotten routine Oh, let the sunset bleed Nothing matters, nothing's what we need [bridge] Out past the neon limits where the signal starts to fray Every choice is scripted, every soul is thrown away It’s a paperback apocalypse, a cybernetic waste No one wins the chase, there is no flavor left to taste Just a loop of synth and sorrow playing underneath the floor As we lock another rusty, useless, subterranean door [guitar solo] [chorus] And it feels like we're just waiting for the screen to fade to black Floating through the stratosphere with zero chance to track Just a flicker in the circuit, just a phantom on the screen Drowning in the cosmic haze of a forgotten routine Oh, let the sunset bleed Nothing matters, nothing's what we need [outro] Fade into the static... Let the cathode tube die out. Just dust on a forgotten screen. After sundown, there is nothing left. Nothing at all.

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