Smokey Circuits Haze

(hummmm) Static in the air...

Supercharged veins drip like clocks in desert heat

A seraphim energy

just out of reach

Battling the shapes that wear my own face

We fade together in this quiet space

Suspended in the dark,

we hover

No words left to discover

Just the hum of the machine And we glide through the unreal

haze

Lost inside these quiet,

endless days

Hold the private longing close to me

Shadows dancing on a silent screen

Midnight streets are whispering our name

Every touch and flicker feels the same

Gliding through the cold,

artificial night

We disappear before the morning light

In the haze... We fade... (ahhhh)