Static Hymn of the Glitch

[Intro] [Verse 1] Neon flickers through the haze, walls hum in a diesel daze, Billboards bleedin’ ultraviolet lies, static dust in my eyes. The streets pulse like circuit veins, numbers dance in a pixel rain, My shadow’s stuck on rewind, chewin’ truths the screen won’t define. [Chorus] This ain’t no revival, just a code-scratched ritual, The air’s a dial tone, we’re ghosts in the chrome. The simulation’s coughin’, hell’s a firewall buffering, We’re all just glitch prophets, scream’n at the sun. [Verse 2] Sleepwalkers swipe the void, data nails in a coffin deployed, The preacher’s tongue’s a frayed wire, spittin’ psalms of expired fire. Clocks melt like cheap lipstick, déjà vu’s a sick hologram trick, I confess to the mic, but the static’s a crucifix. [Bridge] Time’s a drunk VHS, chewin’ tape in its metallic breath, Cracks bloom like black roses, we’re already decomposed here. No past to haunt us, just a fractured looking glass, Drownin’ in the now, where the truth’s a broken bass. [Chorus] This ain’t no revival, just a code-scratched ritual, The air’s a dial tone, we’re ghosts in the chrome. The simulation’s coughin’, hell’s a firewall buffering, We’re all just glitch prophets, scream’n at the sun. [Outro]