Dancing with the Void

歌詞

Sink in the static, panic turns to magic, Thoughts cut deep, automatic and tragic. Shadows crawl slick, sick in the syntax, Clock ticks slow, in the glow of the relapse. Strings hum low, whispers stalk in the alley, Shadows creep where the neon dilly-dally. Words sharp, cut glass, scatter like confetti, Paper plane schemes, folded, too deadly. Midnight ticking, hearts quick with the tempo, Breakbeats echo, pulse sharp like a bando. Dancing with the void as ghosts watch the show, Dark steps leading where the secrets won't go. Broken mirrors paint verses in sharp shatter, Heart on strings, every pluck makes it batter. Fingers trace wounds, rhythms scratch the platter, Truth on replay, lies drip like dark matter. Pulse shifts, guitar riffs claw through the haze, Eyeline low as I spit through the maze. Echoes in the distance, sounds all ablaze, Dance won’t stop 'til we burn through the blaze. Eardrums shake, venom drip in the chord, Syllables jagged, thrown, sharpened sword. Footsteps chasing, floors cracked and warred, Guitar cries loud while the silence ignored. Midnight ticking, hearts quick with the tempo, Breakbeats echo, pulse sharp like a bando. Dancing with the void as ghosts watch the show, Dark steps leading where the secrets won't go. Ash in the lungs, tongue tastes the ember, Pulse still drums what the dark remembers. Truths get twisted, stitched in the tempo, Fade in the flame — last breath in the echo.Sink in the static, panic turns to magic, Thoughts cut deep, automatic and tragic. Shadows crawl slick, sick in the syntax, Clock ticks slow, in the glow of the relapse. Strings hum low, whispers stalk in the alley, Shadows creep where the neon dilly-dally. Words sharp, cut glass, scatter like confetti, Paper plane schemes, folded, too deadly. Midnight ticking, hearts quick with the tempo, Breakbeats echo, pulse sharp like a bando. Dancing with the void as ghosts watch the show, Dark steps leading where the secrets won't go. Broken mirrors paint verses in sharp shatter, Heart on strings, every pluck makes it batter. Fingers trace wounds, rhythms scratch the platter, Truth on replay, lies drip like dark matter. Pulse shifts, guitar riffs claw through the haze, Eyeline low as I spit through the maze. Echoes in the distance, sounds all ablaze, Dance won’t stop 'til we burn through the blaze. Eardrums shake, venom drip in the chord, Syllables jagged, thrown, sharpened sword. Footsteps chasing, floors cracked and warred, Guitar cries loud while the silence ignored. Midnight ticking, hearts quick with the tempo, Breakbeats echo, pulse sharp like a bando. Dancing with the void as ghosts watch the show, Dark steps leading where the secrets won't go. Ash in the lungs, tongue tastes the ember, Pulse still drums what the dark remembers. Truths get twisted, stitched in the tempo, Fade in the flame — last breath in the echo.