I hear the world in soft distortion Like it’s speaking through a wall of snow Every sound feels once removed Even silence doesn’t echo Eyes wide open but I’m watching nothing Conversations blur like a dream Your voice is just a ripple Across the surface of a frozen stream I reach for heat I cannot feel Pretend this static means I’m real But I don't feel the fire Just the motion of the flame Everyone keeps talking Like I haven’t gone insane I’m a ghost inside the mirror Waving through the glass Trying to connect But the moment never lasts I memorize reactions Like I’m learning how to be A person with a pulse Not just noise on a screen I smile in rhythm, breathe on cue But I don't feel it pulling through No, I don't feel the fire Just the motion of the flame Each word’s a simulation Each touch feels the same I’m a signal in the static Broadcasting to the void Longing for connection In a world I can’t avoid There's a lock where feeling used to be A cold algorithm in my chest I want to scream, but the air folds in And wraps my voice in silence again So I drift beneath the feedback With nothing left to say Even numbness leaves a fingerprint Before it fades away I reach for heat I cannot feel Pretend this static means I’m real I still don’t feel the fire Only echoes of the flame You touch me like a memory But nothing stays the same I’m a flicker in the system A signal fading fast Reaching through the static For a moment that can last "Just the motion of the flame..." "Just the motion of the flame..." "Just the motion of the flame..." (Just the motion of the flame)