in silico - tiny final dagger

[Verse 1] I watched a pale flare split. The black. (The black...) Something leaned in close. To my ribs. To my ribs. [Verse 2] A tiny final dagger. In the hum. I can’t tell if. It’s come. Or if I’ve become. [Chorus] [Vocal: Wailing, Haunted] Pull me through the static. Pull me through the heat. Let the panic eat. (Oh, let it eat...) [Verse 3] If I unclench now. What remains? What remains? (Remains) (Of me).