Lyric

Inside a square coffin, the blue light starts to glow

Burning my retinas, the only ID I show

A thousand connection points, mimicking the nerves

But none of these circuits reach the heart it serves

Drowning in a flood of words, the truth is out of breath

My real voice is underwater, flirting with its death

Dripping with validation, an IV made of likes

But the vital signs of my soul are flatlining on the spikes

In a room without a mirror, I’m sketching out my face

I only find my edges in a stranger's cold embrace

The "Me" is just a hypothesis, unproven and unknown

A theorem of existence that I’m solving all alone

O, ye lonely ones, we’re looking down the same abyss

Searching for a meaning that we’re always bound to miss

Tied by a ghostly cord, an invisible thread

Nameless organs sharing all the pain we’ve ever fed

O, ye lonely ones, with screams that have no name

Is it a bond? Is it a spark? Is it all the same?

When the universal hollow starts to echo in the deep

I want to believe it’s a promise we can keep

The sea of information thins the self into the gray

A single drop of "real" is washed a billion miles away

I offer up "I'm fine" as a sacrifice to the air

To the ritual of "How are you?" when no one’s really there

Electronic masks are fused into the skin

If I rip it off, I bleed from deep within

Processed scars in a filter, beautiful and sold

Even our trauma is a currency in a world so cold

But listen... can you hear the beat?

It hasn’t stopped through the cold and the heat

Your pulse is shaking in the same rhythm as mine

A synchronized tremor on the digital line

O, ye lonely ones, we’re looking down the same abyss

Connected by the void, a dark and heavy kiss

If we can show our hollows, if we can show our scars

We’re just soldiers of the night beneath the static of the stars

Found a new identity in this digital wild

Using "Loneliness" as a language, pure and undefiled

Because we’re alone, we finally can touch

A paradox of human truth that means so much

The outline of existence

Is coming back into view

I can see myself. I can see you

O, ye lonely ones

Goodnight

See you tomorrow

Let’s meet again at the bottom of the abyss