Static

I've been pulling paper through the spaces between my fingers
And if it wasn't for the bleeding I'd assume that I was sleeping
Cause I'm like the snowflakes on your screen
An analog fever dream
What I'd give to wake up and feel anything

Trying to find a feed
In the static of my apathy
I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity
I thought that I had it but now it's all static

I've been sewing my own stitches as I unravel all the hours
If it wasn't for the clock I'd think it was a vacuum seal
Cause it's like a dead zone in my soul
A dirty signal in a storm
What I'd give to feel clean, to feel anything

Trying to find a feed
In the static of my apathy
I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity
I thought that I had it but now it's all static
I thought that I had it but now it's all static

It comes on slow
I feel the white noise settle in
Then it slits my throat
And we do it all again

Trying to find a feed
In the static of my apathy
I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity
I thought that I had it but now it's all
Now it's all static

Trying to find a feed
In the static of my apathy
I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity
I thought that I had it but now it's all static
I thought that I had it but now it's all static



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Francis O'neill
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