Skies of Static by The Maledict Lyrics
Withdrawn, deep within the insular, where one sight pulled me out Out of the lure of the light, body broken down, ones and zeroes, my life
Issues and conquests, promises broken
All signals lost, noises assailing
Cerulean flashes to enthrall and enslave
The sky is of static, the channel is dead
The need to feel, the need to be, vicariously watching
Bereft I am of paths to carve, of wounds to heal!
The borders opened up and so I stand, lost and obscure under a nеon light
Less than one out of billions, a drop in a lake, in a sеa, in an ocean
Starved of my sense of self
Virtues signalled, morals relative
Discarded, and misguided
Overfed in the feast of the drama
Pandemonium, birthed by the righteous
Chaos sewn, staving off the nihilist
To the innermost, savage at heart
Overwhelmed, acquiescent
Accepting defeat, horribly aware, passions and circumstances
Manipulated, manufactured
Shuffled out, conditioned out
The need to give in sacrifice, for hopeless martyrdom
Bereft I am
No good I've done
I've nothing left
Silent cries, reason left behind
I am lost, my reality warped with static
A strange form of bitter serenity, injected into me intravenously
Must the choice be made, of hollow faith, or hopeless surrender?
Issues and conquests, promises broken
All signals lost, noises assailing
Cerulean flashes to enthrall and enslave
The sky is of static, the channel is dead
The need to feel, the need to be, vicariously watching
Bereft I am of paths to carve, of wounds to heal!
The borders opened up and so I stand, lost and obscure under a nеon light
Less than one out of billions, a drop in a lake, in a sеa, in an ocean
Starved of my sense of self
Virtues signalled, morals relative
Discarded, and misguided
Overfed in the feast of the drama
Pandemonium, birthed by the righteous
Chaos sewn, staving off the nihilist
To the innermost, savage at heart
Overwhelmed, acquiescent
Accepting defeat, horribly aware, passions and circumstances
Manipulated, manufactured
Shuffled out, conditioned out
The need to give in sacrifice, for hopeless martyrdom
Bereft I am
No good I've done
I've nothing left
Silent cries, reason left behind
I am lost, my reality warped with static
A strange form of bitter serenity, injected into me intravenously
Must the choice be made, of hollow faith, or hopeless surrender?