歌詞

Neon dust on my tongue, I taste the aftershock

You write your name in the dark on a rusted clock

Every second that falls is a loaded gun

Pointed straight at the part of me that doesn’t run

You’re a signal in the rain, cutting through the grey

Glitching right through the codes I’ve been built to obey

I’ve been running on fumes in a dead-end loop

’Til you pulled all the wires from my rescue suit

Turn the volume of my doubts down low

Let the fault line underneath us show

If the ground breaks, let it break in time

With the kick and the shake of your fragile spine

In this cathedral of feedback

We’re screaming in the overdrive

Every crash, every playback

Is a proof that we’re still alive

Let the circuit burn, let the columns crack

As the reverb floods us black

If the world goes numb, we won’t fade to black

In this cathedral, cathedral of feedback

I can feel your pulse in the floorboard hum

Like a coded confession that can’t be undone

All the scars that you hide in your tangled grace

Draw maps in the dust on my mirrored face

Break the glass in my chest, let the sirens ring

You’re the ghost in the amp, you’re the tremoring string

When you tear through the noise with a single breath

I’d align all my flaws to your silhouette

Turn the safety on my past to “off”

Let the old gods tremble in the cross-talk

If the sky falls in synthetic rain

Let it drum on the shell of our old remains

In this cathedral of feedback

We’re screaming in the overdrive

Every crash, every playback

Is a proof that we’re still alive

Let the circuit burn, let the columns crack

As the reverb floods us black

If the world goes numb, we won’t fade to black

In this cathedral, cathedral of feedback

Fade the lights, let the errors glow

We’re the code they could not control

Every fault, every overload

Is a road where the brave explode

In this cathedral of feedback

We’re screaming in the overdrive

Every crash, every playback

Is a proof that we’re still alive

Let the circuit burn, let the columns crack

As the reverb floods us black

If the world goes numb, we won’t fade to black

In this cathedral, cathedral of feedback