Cold Static Liturgy (версия 2)

Verse

Black tile floor, static in my chest

Kick drum splits the bone, no time to rest

Name goes quiet, face turns to smoke

One more drop before the signal broke

Pre-Chorus

Losing count, losing shape

Every cell here starting to erase

Hands go up before the break

Chorus

Cold static liturgy, singing through the wire

Cold static liturgy, burning off the frame

Lose the name, lose the face, lose the weight of me

Cold static liturgy, till there's nothing left to save

Verse

Strobe cuts white across the sea of heads

Numbers blur where the low end spreads

Skin on skin, no need for words

Static prayer in the pulse we heard

Pre-Chorus

Losing count, losing shape

Every cell here starting to erase

Hands go up before the break

Chorus

Cold static liturgy, singing through the wire

Cold static liturgy, burning off the frame

Lose the name, lose the face, lose the weight of me

Cold static liturgy, till there's nothing left to save

Bridge

No mirror left to hold my shape

Just current, floor, and open space

I was someone at the door

Now I'm only frequency, nothing more

Chorus

Cold static liturgy, singing through the wire

Cold static liturgy, burning off the frame

Lose the name, lose the face, lose the weight of me

Cold static liturgy, till there's nothing left to save