Light in the Static is the closing chapter of the trilogy that began with A Tear-Stained Journal and Shadows on My Skin. Where the first two tracks lingered in confession and darkness, this one steps forward into clarity, resilience, and hope — transforming scars and shadows into strength.
Original Version
A cinematic dark-pop journey blending whispered verses with swelling, atmospheric choruses. It captures the intimate honesty of writing in a journal, while the production builds into a powerful statement of survival and self-awareness. Both vulnerable and uplifting, it’s the sound of learning to rise from the wreckage.
Raw Version
Stripped back and exposed, this version leans into the fragility of the lyrics. Sparse instrumentation keeps the focus on the vocal delivery, as if the pages of the song were being read aloud in the quiet. Every breath and every crack in the voice is left untouched, creating an unfiltered connection to the heart of the song.
At its core, Light in the Static is a song about turning pain into purpose, recognising that every scar points the way forward, and choosing to breathe, feel, and rise again.


Light in the Static

It’s tender, ethereal, and comforting — like a whispered embrace in the dark.

Nothing Is Cool

🎶 Darkest Secrets

Through the Fire

[Verse 1]
The needle is bouncing where the numbers go dead
No gravity left in the things that you said
I'm so far past panic, I found the light on the dark side
No need for a map when there’s nowhere left to hide
I can hear the future in the rumble of the street
A glorious, beautiful, total defeat
My mind is a satellite, looping the air
The crash is inevitable, but right now, I don’t care

[Pre-Chorus]
Every light on the dashboard is frozen in time
This high is the purest, most desperate kind of crime
Can't stop, won't stop, the world outside is mute
I'm running on a feeling, a permanent pursuit

[Chorus]
Flatline Echo, yeah, the silence is singing my name
There's nothing left to lose when you've already won the game
My heart is a memory, beating only for show
Watching the city burn from the glorious high-speed glow
Ooh, screaming through the open night no no
Living forever in the perfect neon light

[Verse 2]
The lines on the highway are painting a perfect sign
Telling me the madness is totally divine
I see your face in the glass, and it’s finally smiling back
Because I matched your chaos, I stayed on your track
I’m flying on pure static, no signal to ground
The only escape is the feeling of no one around

[Pre-Chorus]
Every light on the dashboard is frozen in time
This high is the purest, most desperate kind of crime
Can't stop, won't stop, the world outside is mute
I'm running on a feeling, a permanent pursuit

[Chorus]
Flatline Echo, yeah, the silence is singing my name
There's nothing left to lose when you've already won the game
My heart is a memory, beating only for show
Watching the city burn from the glorious high-speed glow
Ooh, screaming through the open night 
Living forever in the perfect neon light

[Bridge]
I transcended the speed, I became the rush
Everything is beautiful, everything is hush
There is no final moment, there is only the now
I'm taking my final bow...

[Chorus]
Flatline Echo, yeah, the silence is singing my name
There's nothing left to lose when you've already won the game
My heart is a memory, beating only for show
Watching the city burn from the glorious high-speed glow
Ooh, screaming through the open night
Living forever in the perfect neon light

Flatline Echo

[intro]
Here I am just sitting in, staring out, 
Thinking, thinking about how 
 We were just in a drought 
but it finally rained  
droplets of water still waiting on my window pane, pain, pain, it's all pain
And the wind keeps blowing in my eyes 
but I’m still sitting here inside  
wondering why life feels like a ride I can’t get off of but desperately need to

I need to,
I need to

[Hook]
Just
Fkn '
Stop 

Stop,
Stop, stop stop,
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
This ride
This ride

[Verse]
But I’m seeing through me now, it’s ridiculous, I’m pitiful  
trauma got me all fkd up, just like a little girl 
still scared of what's lurkin' in the dark
‘cause she saw what lies inside it 
So she spends her life hiding 

Yeah,
 she’s protected herself all these years, she’s so dutiful  
always keeps her eye out, waiting for the funeral  
And that's me, I guess, 
I guess I'm talking about me but my mind keeps whirling thoughts 
And it won't let me be  

I wonder if healing’s supposed to feel like this—  
like waiting for weather, like staying alive just so I don't miss
Something beautiful
And here I am now
like ashes that never cool all the way down  
like knowing the storm passed, but still flinching at the sound  
I whisper, it’s fine, it’s fine, I’m fine now
but even the wind doesn’t believe me  
and neither do i
I -
I can't remember what so good about life.

[Hook]
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride

[Verse 2]
and it won’t let me rest, won’t let me breathe,  
won’t let me trust a single quiet thing.  
every gust of wind feels like a message I can’t read.  
the fan spins like it’s mocking me -
same circle, same circle, same circle.  
everything in this room moves except me,  
and the longer I sit here the more I feel  
like another part of the furniture -
burnt-out curvature, posture permanent,  
body turned fixture, mind still murmurin’.  
I’m wearin’ the chair, or it’s wearin’ me,  
stuck somewhere between burden and scenery.  
the corners collect me, dust learns my name,  
I creak when I breathe, and the air does the same.  
maybe this is all there is -
just breathing and waiting and pretending it’s motion,  
some kind of cruel,
 still devotion.

[Bridge]
but I can feel it building again  
that tilt, that pull, that carnival spin  
the one that keeps saying hold on  
when I don’t want to hold on  
I don’t want to hold on  


[Hook]
And I  -
I just gotta get off this ride

Just
Fkn
Stop 

Stop,
Stop, stop, stop,
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I just gotta get off
Off
Off
Off this ride

[Outro]
and the worst part is  
I don’t even know where off is   
I just know I can’t keep riding  
with my hands nailed open  
and my eyes wide shut  
while the wind keeps blowing in  
and the world keeps turning  
without asking if I want to come along

[Hook]
And I  -
Oh I, -
Yeah I -
I just gotta get off this ride

Just.

Fkn

Stop.

Stop,
Stop, stop, stop,
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride
I gotta get off this ride

I gotta get off this ride

Laughter rolls

Al Strelini