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The picture's bleached, a faded blue
A silent film I can't replay
The dial-tone hum of me and you
Is quietly erased today
This plastic shell of what I knew
And the current pulls me under
A silent, weightless fear
A voice cuts through the thunder
Nothing solid's waiting here
Every circuit screams I can't go on
A broken signal, weak and gone
But in the noise, a fragile tone
A single frequency I own
I swear I'll find a way to carry on
On on
On on find a way
I trace the grooves you left behind
A phantom limb, a ghost of touch
The algorithm of my mind
Replays the moments that hurt too much
It says the code was ill-designed
And the current pulls me under
A silent, weightless fear
A voice cuts through the thunder
Nothing solid's waiting here
Every circuit screams I can't go on
A broken signal, weak and gone
But in the noise, a fragile tone
A single frequency I own
I swear I'll find a way to carry on
This damaged tape, it starts to mend
I'm learning how to re-begin
Not to fix but to transcend
Play the static to the end
On on
On on find a way
The screen no longer shows your name
The data stream begins to clear
A different, unfamiliar aim
Is quietly taking root in here
This constant, low-grade, quiet shame
Though the current pulls me under
That weightless, old despair
A new voice breaks the thunder
Something's waiting, even there
Every circuit screamed I can't go on
A broken signal, almost gone
But in the noise, a stronger tone
This frequency is mine alone
I know I've found a way to carry on
On on found a way
