Signal Decay

Echoes fade out slow, in the digital hush. A static ghost hums where the message was. Fragmented thought, a broken beat, a voice losing its place. The noise becomes the groove, a new kind of space. Yeah, the broadcast went underground. Left a rhythm in the lost and found. A new transmission, a secret on the wire. This is the decay. A silent symphony. Where what was lost is born again, for all to see. A whisper in the wire, a pulse running low. Just beautiful distortion. A secret on the glow. The frequency shifts, the image breaks, a pixelated fade. Data bends and bleeds, the digital parade. A blank screen with a memory, a sound that can't be traced. A broken code, a perfect lie, a beautiful disgrace. Yeah, the broadcast went underground. Left a rhythm in the lost and found. A new transmission, a secret on the wire. This is the decay. A silent symphony. Where what was lost is born again, for all to see. A whisper in the wire, a pulse running low. Just beautiful distortion. A secret on the glow. The original is gone, the echo's now employed. A new narrative from the chaos, a message in the void. Not the words you sent, but the silence in between. The signal disappeared, but the vibe is evergreen. This is the decay. A silent symphony. Where what was lost is born again, for all to see. A whisper in the wire, a pulse running low. Just beautiful distortion. A secret on the glow. ...a secret on the glow... ...the glow... ...decay...