The lights don't breathe here anymore,
just flicker ghosts across the floor.
We crown the silence, call it peace.
Built our throne from broken screens.
I can hear your voice in the hum like radio prayers that never come.
Every spark is a word we lost,
every sound a haunting cost.
We wired our dreams to stay alive,
but they burned too bright to survive.
Our halo's hum of faulty grace,
digital tears on a coated face.
Time dissolves in electric haze,
faith rewritten in feedback waves.
We were gods with trembling hands,
lost between the data strands.
Our love,
a glitch that couldn't hide,
still flickers in the cyan tide.
You said the noise could set us free.
A kingdom of static.
A kingdom of static,
outside of time.
Binary prayers collapsing light,
our circuits hum through endless night.
If silence breaks, would we still be real?
Or just the pulse the void can feel?
In a kingdom of static, we dream through decay.
Our voice is erratic,
still call your name
away.
Through endless transmission, we learn to obey.
In a kingdom of static, we choose to stay.
We choose to stay.
Oh.