Artist: Majestik
Genre: Alternative Rock / Chiptune
Pale light spills down Like water Or maybe it's tears I can't drown I falter Oh this world is a cup Empty Hollow moon hollow moon What did you lose Hollow moon hollow moon Tell me the truth Echoes they ring Like thunder No birds here sing Asunder Oh this world is a shell Broken
Walking forever In this place I don't know Walls painted yellow Nowhere to go Is this real life Or just a show Backrooms backrooms Where do I go Backrooms backrooms I don't know Fluorescent lights are buzzing They hurt my head These halls are nothing But dread Am I alone In this hell Or is there someone I can tell
Hallways stretch Never end These walls breathe My silent friend Is this real How do I feel Lost in between Day and night Lost in between Wrong and right Where do I go I don't know Clock hands blur No more time Echoes call A pantomime Am I awake For goodness sake
Sky cracked open wide Nothing left to hide The world it turned upside down Every single sound It's pouring out now I don't know how My stormy heart Falling apart Is it over now Tell me how Puddles on the street Soaking both my feet Can't feel a thing at all I stand up tall
Static in my head can't shake it loose Pixelated dreams they cut like truth Electric whispers haunt my nights Glowing shadows dim my fights Wires tangle round my veins A broken signal I can't sustain Glitching heartbeats out of sync Drowning slow in digital ink Code is cracking falling apart Zeros and ones tearing my heart Neon skies they pull me in Shattered pixels under my skin The hum of circuits a lullaby Flickering lights like a lover's lie I scream to silence nothing replies Lost in the glow of artificial skies Fragments of me scattered wide In this machine where I confide A ghost in the grid fading slow Trapped in a world I’ll never know
This town is busted It ain't for me I gotta leave I gotta run now Got a place to be Far away I see a stairway from here I see a stairway to the sky A spiral stairway I can climb Goin' up up up Shiny shoes Ain't gonna help me No shiny shoes Only got heart
Midnight strikes The clock tower sings Of ages past And future things My cat stares into space Does she know something I don't know Where did my time cat go Time cat blues She jumps she disappears Time cat blues Across the universe through the years My cat she fades Ancient Egypt now Then a Viking raid She brings me back A Roman blade My cat she knows the way She's a furry paradox A whisker-twitching key To unlock history's box And set my spirit free Oh the places she will go
I walked in and saw a room But now it's gone I don't know what to do Did I do something wrong It's a strange game It's driving me insane Vanishing room vanishing fast What did I do to make it not last Vanishing room I want it back I want it back Maybe it was a dream A fever haze But the walls they gleam In my mind always
I see the world spinnin' round Like a broken record now Is this real is this a dream Or just another scheme I'm caught inside the static screen Somethin' ain't right In the dead of night Glitch in the system glitch in the system Is this the end is this the rhythm Glitch in the system glitch in the system No control The code is breakin' down Lost in a digital town Everythin' is upside down No solid ground Can't stop it now can't stop it no The signal fades the signal goes I see the future unfold A story untold
Flicker screen light on my face Static hum fills up the space Fingers trace the keys in vain Digital ghost in my veins I’m lost in wires tangled tight Shadows twist under neon light Echoed whispers call my name A hollow song I can't reclaim Circuit heart beats out of sync Fragments fall faster than I think Eyes reflect a broken code Shattered lines I’ve always known Fade to black I’m slipping through Fractured signals no rescue The air is heavy can’t rewind Trapped inside this fractured mind
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