[Darkwave Synth Intro] Fourteen years old... needle dropped on the wax. Didn't know what I was looking for until the track hit back. Yeah... listen close. [Boom-Bap Rap Verse] Walked into the room, vocabulary froze solid Choking on the noise, suffocating on the knowledge That I’m a half-beat behind the spin of the planet They look at my face and they think it’s made of granite They see a blank mood that they can’t even place So I retreat to the dark where the headphones give me space Body paralyzed, but the mind is on fire Plugged directly into the copper and the wire Because a stranger in a studio across the Atlantic Drew a perfect fucking blueprint of my internal panic Locked it down in the plastic before it reached the throat Left me shivering in the shadows of the verses he wrote. He knew! God damn, he knew! And I know it isn’t normal to be bleeding out the bytes Of a stranger’s sad song in the middle of the night But the neon is glaring, it’s 2 AM again And the wire is the only place I’ve ever really been... [Chorus] The only language hitting my skin Is the frequency playing when the dark sets in Every lyric someone wrote for their own dead ghost Was the only hand that ever held me close Still is... God, it still does... The only sanctuary left that I own Is the music and the static and the long walk home To a voice in the speaker where the cold wave flows Singing: I know... I know... I know... I tried to break the silence to a living, breathing face Spit my heart on the table, watched it turn into waste They gave a little nod, but their eyes were like a wall Just a pitying stare that didn’t catch me at all There’s a jagged frequency living deep in the tape That finds the broken parts of you and alters the shape I’ve been paralyzed, standing on the kitchen linoleum Crying to a bassline, burning up the petroleum Forgot what I came for, just gripping the counter tight Drowned out in a soundscape thicker than the night The most understood I’ve ever been in my life Is when the world is dead quiet and the static is rife. Nobody around. Just the tape hiss. And I know it isn’t normal to be bleeding out the bytes Of a stranger’s sad song in the middle of the night But the neon is glaring, it’s 2 AM again And the wire is the only place I’ve ever really been... The only language hitting my skin Is the frequency playing when the dark sets in Every lyric someone wrote for their own dead ghost Was the only hand that ever held me close Still is... God, it still does... The only sanctuary left that I own Is the music and the static and the long walk home To a voice in the speaker where the cold wave flows Singing: I know... I know... I know... I see you in the dark! I know you... I know... [Outro] Found it at fourteen...
