[Verse 1] Static breathes like a cold, wet lung, Circuits twitch where the old world hung. Faint silhouettes in the ether creep, Through copper veins where the ghosts still sleep. [Pre-Chorus] You can hear them in the hum at night, Gnawing frequencies behind the light. [Chorus] There are wolves in the wires, Chewing signals into prayer. They howl through broken choirs, Feeding on the cross-talk in the air. [Verse 2] Dial tone teeth and transistor eyes, They stalk the static where the signal dies. Grinning with jaws of severed code, They circle the songs we once called home. [Bridge] Keep your mouth from the microphone, They can taste the shape of fear. Every whisper is a doorway, And they're always waiting near. [Chorus (Refrain)] Yes, there are wolves in the wires— And they already know your name.
