LYRICS:

The mirror bleeds a pixelated dream to my god
Another sunrise coded into bone.
My memories, a server farm somewhere withdrawn,
Harvesting ghosts on circuits that are overgrown.
I trace the hairline fracture in the glass,
A perfect map of where the future breaks.
Each pulse a logarithm of what has passed,
Another data stream the silence makes.

Perfect Alignment... (whispered, echoed, gated)
It's a perfect alignment...

The algorithm sleeps in my gut,
A virus blooming in the alloy shell.
It promises transcendence, cold and bright,
But feeds on everything I used to feel.

There's a calibration of rust, the ghost in the machine,
Symphony of entropy, a fever dream unseen.
Each failing transistor, is a prayer whispered low,
To the god of obsolescence, where shadows softly grow,
I’ve become the error in the code, 
the glitch in the divine,
The spiral staircase leading nowhere, but perfectly aligned.
In Perfect alignment
Perfect alignment

They promised immortality, a seamless upload…
But the ghost remains. It clings to the remnants.
A flickering echo in the mainframe.
A shadow of a self, deleted but not gone.
In Perfect Alignment
A shadow of a self, deleted but not gone.
In Perfect Alignment
where he hides

The calibration of rust, the ghost in the machine,
A symphony of entropy, a fever dream unseen.
Each failing transistor, a prayer whispered low,
To the god of obsolescence, where shadows softly grow.
I’ve become the error code, the glitch in the divine,
A spiral staircase leading nowhere, but perfectly aligned.
In Perfect Alignment... 

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I'm Astral. I make electronic and what I call cosmic rock, which is kinda like if dreampop, shoegaze, electronica, and indie rock made an indigo child. Gimme a listen. Support me on BandCamp!

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