Track 6 – Beneath The Static

Intro

Hmm… hush—
A low-line lullaby of live-wire light,
A ghosted gospel in the guttered night.

Verse 1

You found me where the streetlights cease to shine,
Where whispers wake and watch the windows pine.

By day, we pass as posture, poised, polite;
By night, we bite the fruit of blackened light.