All I Hear is Static

Industrial Rock. Synth Pop. Low Male Vocals. Moog Synth. Dubstep undertones. Syncopated rhythm. Melodic chorus.

July 5th, 2024suno

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[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] What did we do to get here? How did we end up in this place? Every door leads to a dead end. In this synaptic liminal space. [Verse 2] When you try to speak to me... All I hear is static, all I hear is noise. Every word leads to a dead-end. In our synaptic (aptic) liminal void. [Pre-Chorus] Shutdown. Restart. Recompile. Break apart! [Chorus] One day we'll find an iteration that grants us full communication. But now we're intercepting stations we don't want to hear. The future isn't bright, no it's like a demon in the night, (it's) obligating us to fight the very thing (very thing) we fear. [Verse 3] When I try to sing to you, All you hear is static, all you hear is noise. Every word leads to a dead-end. In our synaptic liminal void. [Pre-Chorus] Shutdown. Restart. Recompile! Break apart! [Chorus] One day we'll find an iteration that grants us full communication. But now we're intercepting stations we don't want to hear. The future isn't bright, no it's like a demon in the night, (it's) obligating us to fight the very thing (very thing) we fear. [Rhythmic Breakdown] [Instrumental] [Chorus] One day we'll find an iteration that grants us full communication. But now we're intercepting stations we don't want to hear. The future isn't bright, no it's like a demon in the night, (it's) obligating us to fight the very thing (very thing) we fear. [Ending] [Verse 4] When I try to run to you, All you see is static, all you see is noise. Every word leads to a dead-end. In our synaptic liminal void. [Pre-Chorus] Shutdown. Restart. Recompile! Break apart! [Chorus] One day we'll find an iteration that grants us full communication. But now we're intercepting stations we don't want to hear. The future isn't bright, no it's like a demon in the night, (it's) obligating us to fight the very thing (very thing) we fear. [Pre-Chorus] Shutdown. Restart. Recompile! Break apart! [Chorus] One day we'll find an iteration that grants us full communication. But now we're intercepting stations we don't want to hear. The future isn't bright, no it's like a demon in the night, (it's) obligating us to fight the very thing (very thing) we fear. [Ending]