(Verse 1) Do you remember the signal we chased through the wire? A ghost in the machine, flickering higher and higher. I logged in at dawn, but the code started bleeding, Faces in the feed, all repeating, retreating. Stranded in servers, where the data dreams die, Pinging the void for a reason why. The screen’s a black hole, swallowing sighs, And I’m just a glitch in the enterprise. (Chorus) Echoes to echoes, bytes to binary, We know the ghost code’s a memory. Strung out in circuits, no gravity, Echoes to echoes, we fade to debris. My circuits are calling, the feedback’s a lie, Strung out in the net, no alibi. Echoes to echoes, we know Major Tom’s a byte. (Verse 2) The avatars whisper in neon-lit rain, Promising freedom from the analog chain. I chased the upload to a heaven of haze, But the firewall cracked, and it burned through the days. Pixels dissolving like smoke in the stream, Voices from nowhere, unraveling the dream. I’m orbiting nothing, a satellite scream, Lost in the lag, where the lost things convene. (Chorus) Echoes to echoes, bytes to binary, We know the ghost code’s a memory. Strung out in circuits, no gravity, Echoes to echoes, we fade to debris. My circuits are calling, the feedback’s a lie, Strung out in the net, no alibi. Echoes to echoes, we know Major Tom’s a byte. (Verse 3) The hackers are howling at the edge of the map, Downloading delusions from a crumbling trap. I typed my confession in a forum of fools, But the mods came calling with their digital tools. Fractured reflections in the mirror of code, A trail of dead links on the infinite road. The bandwidth is breaking, the signal’s erode, And I’m just a echo, forever bestowed. (Chorus) Echoes to echoes, bytes to binary, We know the ghost code’s a memory. Strung out in circuits, no gravity, Echoes to echoes, we fade to debris. My circuits are calling, the feedback’s a lie, Strung out in the net, no alibi. Echoes to echoes, we know Major Tom’s a byte. (Verse 4) Now the stars are just static, a broadcast gone cold, The empire of ones and zeros, bought and sold. I hit delete on the self that I knew, But the backup emerged, like a specter anew. Wired to the wasteland, where the wild things log in, Chasing the high of the infinite spin. The end of the tether, the crash from within, And I’m Major Tom’s shadow, wearing a grin. (Outro Chorus - Fading) Echoes to echoes… (bytes to binary) We know… (ghost code’s a memory) Strung out… (no gravity) Echoes to echoes… (fade to debris) My circuits… (feedback’s a lie) Strung out… (no alibi) Echoes to echoes… we know Major Tom’s a byte.
