Signal Black

[intro] [soft pulse; low carrier] I stand in the static. Everything hums at the same low frequency. I wait for the next instruction that never arrives. [verse] [steady synth; unembellished] I move because stopping feels like surrender. I breathe like I’m counting down. I keep my hands steady even when the air flickers. [verse] [tight grid; cool] I feel the heat rise in the wiring. I don’t step back. I let it pass through me like it always does. [verse] [clean; forward] I track my own drift. I watch the numbers slip. I pretend it’s all part of the design. [pre‑chorus] [subtle lift] I stay in motion. I stay aligned with whatever force is left. I don’t ask what it costs. [chorus] [detached unison; bright edge] I will wait where signals die. I will wait until the world forgets your face. I will wait like a law, like a wound, until nothing else remembers you. [duet] [alternating; internal voices] [M] I feel the charge build at the base of my spine. [F] I hear the low click before the surge. [M] I don’t brace for it. [F] I don’t look away from it. [Both] I take the current because it’s the only thing that proves I’m still here. [bridge] [open synth; restrained] I walk toward the heat. I don’t slow down. I let the edges blur. I let the frame distort. I let the field decide what happens next. [chorus] [same; slightly wider] I will wait where signals die. I will wait until the world forgets your face. I will wait like a law, like a wound, until nothing else remembers you. [coda] [fading tone] I meet the last spark head‑on. I don’t close my eyes.