Letras
Twenty miles up, the air is thin and clean
Filtered signals, a perfect, polished screen
See the grid below, a million silent lives
Connected threads, where the true current thrives?
Sunrise paints the structures gold, a synthetic gleam
Living out the high-frequency dream
But listen close, beyond the pure broadcast tone
A fractured whisper, something unknown
A phantom frequency, a ghost in the wire
Burning low, a different fire
Static in the upper spires!
Noise upon the highest wires!
Can you hear it through the hum?
The silent signal, the one that's numb?
Static in the upper spires!
Burning out the pure desires!
Trying to send a signal down
Lost above this layered town!
They say clarity lives where the data flows free
Invisible lines for everyone to see
But every channel feeds the same curated view
Is the signal mine, or just broadcast through?
The city breathes below, a different kind of sound
Rooted deep in fertile ground
And still I hear it, beyond the perfect code
A fractured whisper, lifting the load
A phantom frequency, a ghost in the wire
Burning low, a different fire
Static in the upper spires!
Noise upon the highest wires!
Can you hear it through the hum?
The silent signal, the one that's numb?
Static in the upper spires!
Burning out the pure desires!
Trying to send a signal down
Lost above this layered town!
Disconnected by connection... too much signal, no reflection
Filtered air, a filtered mind... what did we leave behind?
Trying to find the origin pulse... the one that truly calls us
Static in the upper spires!
Noise upon the highest wires!
Can you hear it through the hum?
The silent signal, the one that's numb?
Static in the upper spires!
Burning out the pure desires!
Trying to send a signal down