Ghosts in the Flame

[intro - whispered female, ambient pads, sparse jazz guitar] We're not what we appear to be This skin is not identity A signal echo through the shell We're ghosts inside a fragile cell [verse 1 - male rap, glitchy dubstep textures under math riffs] Wired sinews, nerves ignite But who's the pilot in the flight? I blink, but am I looking out? Or just a thought behind the mouth? A marionette with meat and bones But something speaks from outside zones [pre-chorus - dual vocals, airy harmonies with jazz chords] (female) I am the wind behind the frame (male) I’m the glitch inside your name (female) This isn't flesh — it's just the veil (male) And I’m the voice beneath the hail [chorus - heavy metalcore riff, screamed male lead, clean female backup] We are ghosts in the frame Not the body, not the name From the void we took the helm Just visitors inside this realm No mirror ever shows the soul We are fragments in control [bridge - Mongolian throat singing under ambient synth & distorted banjo] Unseen, unbound, we pass through flame Forgotten code, without a name The pulse is flesh, but we remain Beyond the voice, beyond the brain [verse 2 - rapid vocal switch-ups, rapped lines with interwoven melodic female responses] (male) I am the twitch, the skip in time (female) You are the breath between the lines (male) I am the static in the screen (female) The silence no one's ever [breakdown - instrumental burst, no vocals] [final chorus - full vocal harmony, cinematic crescendo] We are ghosts in the frame Lightyears deep and not the same This skin's a door, this mind’s a lens We’re echoes chasing bitter ends A spark adrift in living clay We are not what we portray [outro - spoken word female, soft piano & ambient pads] You’ll never touch what moves your hand You are not the one who stands But still — You feel So maybe... That’s the plan.