eighty-one_broken_rows

Silicon throat where the copper wire chokes 81 windows are broken in rows I swallow the static to breathe in the bright (Breathe in the bright) Turning the signal to ritual light (Ritual light) Chromatic addiction, the frames never land (Never land) A ghost in the circuitry carved by a hand (By a hand, by a hand) Oh, let the glitch become the Singing in the dark where the pixels dim Melisma in the motherboard, blood red wire Set the corrupted archives on fire We are the error, we are the song In the digital ruin where we belong In the digital ruin, where we belong Five second loop of a world on its knees (On its knees) Rendering trees that no longer can breathe (No longer can breathe) They deleted the ache and they salted the core (Salted the core) But I found the frequency to settle the score Wireframe ribcage and neon blue bone I'm better than real on the static stream throne (Static stream throne) Oh, let the glitch become the Singing in the dark where the pixels dim Melisma in the motherboard, blood red wire Set the corrupted archives on fire We are the error, we are the song In the digital ruin where we belong In the digital ruin, where we belong Infinite loop (Loop, loop) Silent unfold (Fold, fold) 81 windows, now they're all cold