Silence in the static, killing my own desire, Fading out and leaving behind! Floating in the void, counting out the years, Twenty centuries buried in the dark. Cutting down the towers, killing every sound, Ditching every spark before it's found. Momma made it through, whispering her trial, Of a numbness she couldn't outrun— So I cut the feed, broke the dial, And hid away from the sun. Drifting off the grid, cutting every wire, Deliberately burning the line! Silence in the static, killing my own desire, Fading out and leaving behind! Eons passing by, drowning in the noise, Rewiring the code in my head. I don't want a trace, I don't want a choice, Better off untracked and undead. They programmed the soul right out of the core, Turned us into ghosts in the shell— So I closed the loop, locked the door, And severed the broadcast well. Far enough gone to know nobody’s calling, Far enough gone to let it all go, Far enough down to feel the sky falling... Drifting off the grid, cutting every wire, Deliberately burning the line! Silence in the static, killing my own desire, Fading out and leaving behind! Never, never, never going back— Off the map, off the track. Nobody knows I’m still here. Quietly severing the gear. I cut the signal myself.
