Static (Rebirth) - Crimson Carnival

[opening; A powerful bass riff dominates with heavy reverberation] [verse] Screen's breath flickers... Malignant fever bright... (Truth dissolving mid echo) Leaning in... We hunger for clarity... But it turns to dust. [pre-chorus] (a near dead ghost...) a mournful voice (chanting in sweet...) destructive patterns! [Chorus] Circle the void's mouth as ships on a distant horizon... Inhale... Sharp salty air... Exhale... resentment's ugly breath! [verse] what remains; a hum beneath the skin? only borrowed rage... minds fraying; towards a new phantom north.... Need to brace; Against ever quaking timbers against the spin; reinforce what we remember [verse] Minds become; tattered sieves inbound words shards of light They are ever piercing, but unilluminating.... in still darkness its not absence just controlled after images... of far too little light [pre-chorus] (a near dead ghost...) a mournful voice (chanting in sweet...) destructive patterns! [Chorus] Circle the void's mouth as ships on a distant horizon... Inhale... Sharp salty air... Exhale... resentment's ugly breath! [bridge] Lingering traces no revelations Just thoughtless determinations How it wants to drown and take each of us down and indistinctness thickens Into lucid dreams where darkness spreads and blurs self into shadow [verse] Who narrates the self When others write your life With rage's slow and steady suffocation? Yet still we do chase the fading flicker glow still hungry for meaning [finale] But what if Quiet is not emptiness? And what if stillness is a compass to spaces in between the pulses can we find us there? beneath curated static? [outro]