Kill the Signal

Lyrics

[VERSE 1]Cameras bloom on every corner stone, every breath you take is a debt they own. Smile for the drone with the infrared eye — prime time feed of a painted sky. Sleep in shifts under floodlight white, barcode hearts beating half the night. Swallow the medicine, swallow the lie — they built the cage and called it the light.
[PRE-CHORUS]
I hear the hum beneath the floor, ten million locks on one steel door. There's a fault in the code, a crack in the screen — I'm not your data. I'm the spark in the machine.
[CHORUS]
Kill the signal! Cut the wire! Set their gilded empire on fire! Bind my hands and blind my sight — you can't chain a sound, can't bury light. We are the static! We are the swarm! The frequency that breaks the storm!
[DROP 1]
Sig-nal down! (down… down…) Burn it — burn it down! (whispered) They can't hear you when the towers fall — Sig-nal down!
[VERSE 2]
They raised a god from copper and code, fed it our faces, our names, our homes. It dreams in data, it speaks in our voice, sells back our fear and calls it choice. Concrete rivers and plastic seas, a choir of engines on their knees. I was a cog, I was a gear — now I'm the grinding you don't want to hear.
[PRE-CHORUS 2]
I hear the hum beneath the floor, it's getting louder than before. Every screen is going red — I'm not your product. I'm the voice inside your head.
[CHORUS] (repeat)
[DROP 2] (heavier)
[BRIDGE / TAIKO BREAKDOWN]
When the lights go out, who do you serve? When the screen dies, do you have the nerve? (chanting, crowd stacking line by line) One by one, we wake, we rise — ten million sparks in dead machine eyes. Hand over hand, we tear the towers down… (static swell, dead stop) We are the signal now. WE ARE THE SIGNAL NOW!
[FINAL CHORUS]
Burn the towers! Ring the pyre! All their silence cannot cage this choir! Bind our hands and blind our sight — a frequency can't die, a signal finds the light. We are the static! We are the swarm! The human voltage in the storm! (We are the signal now!)
[OUTRO]
Can you hear me now…? The frequency is ours. (feedback tail, hard cut to silence)