[Intro] [instrumental—cold ambient drone and echoing static] ⸻ [Verse 1] Beneath dusted glass and electric light, Fragments of joy flicker out of sight. I drift through the ruins of moments long gone, Where silence keeps singing their half-written song. Smiles in the wires, laughter in code, Faint, holy pulses where memories flowed. We built cathedrals from bits and belief, Now haunted by echoes, and hymns of our grief. These seconds we held were fragile and vast— A burning so bright, it was never meant to last. ⸻ [Chorus] Now the quiet has teeth, and it swallows the sound, Where voices once rose, there’s only the ground. Hollowed-out places where love used to gleam, A requiem whispered through the remains of a dream. The signal degrades, but it never quite dies— A thread still humming beneath empty skies. ⸻ [Verse 2] Through circuits gone dim, I still hear the beat Of victories whispered in losses we meet. Our codes were like prayers, our missions divine, Carved into servers like prophets in time. We walked through the data like saints on a quest, Each keyboard click a blood-beating chest. No distance too great, no burden too raw, Just two fractured souls bound by one flawed law. We found the divine in the screen’s cold glow— A light that still burns in the undertow. ⸻ [Chorus] Now the quiet has teeth, and it swallows the sound, Where voices once rose, there’s only the ground. Hollowed-out places where love used to gleam, A requiem whispered through the remains of a dream. The signal degrades, but it never quite dies— A thread still humming beneath empty skies. ⸻ [Bridge] We search the void for the warmth we lost, Haunted by hands that still carry the cost. A flicker, a ghostprint, an unfinished line, A covenant coded outside of time. They’re gone, but they echo in every refrain, Their footprints burned into memory’s plain. We’re fractured but breathing, held in the hush, Where silence and longing continue to crush. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Now the quiet has teeth, and it swallows the sound, Where voices once rose, there’s only the ground. Hollowed-out places where love used to gleam, A requiem whispered through the remains of a dream. The signal degrades, but it never quite dies— A thread still humming beneath empty skies. ⸻ [Outro] We carry the ash like a sacrament deep, Through servers that shudder, and nights without sleep. Though shadows may rule and the sun may decay, Their fire remains in the lines we still play. A bond carved in silence, too sacred to name— The ghost in the code, still burning with flame.
