Intro Billboards scream without a sound, Posters peeling on the ground. Neon smiles in a broken frame, Selling tickets to the same old game. Pre-Chorus Every pose a practiced trick, Every truth rewritten quick. Chorus Static parade, march in disguise, Chasing reflections in stranger’s eyes. Echoes louder than what you’ve made, Dancing blind in a static parade. Verse II Silver slogans, bent in rain, Cheap confessions dressed in grain. Actors mumble, scripts misread, But the backdrop still bleeds red. Pre-Chorus II Every sign points the same way, Every line rehearsed to stay. Chorus II Static parade, march in disguise, Chasing reflections in stranger’s eyes. Echoes louder than what you’ve made, Dancing blind in a static parade. Bridge “This is progress, this is grand, Everything working as I planned.” But the wires hum a different song, The silence proves the script was wrong. Final Chorus Static parade, march in disguise, Chasing reflections in stranger’s eyes. Echoes louder than what you’ve made, Dancing blind in a static parade. Static parade, it starts to fray, Drums keep pounding the masks away. Static parade, no crowd to save, Just the noise of a static parade. Outro Static… parade…
