Shadowverse

Runaways

Runaways (feat. Bonnie McKee)

Summer's Ending Soon

Syndicate

Syndicate (Intro)

There’s a clock with no hands in the corner,
And the air hums soft like a sigh.
Footsteps fade into whispers of thunder,
In a town where the stars never die.
A mirror reflects someone’s memory,
But the face looks nothing like mine.
I can’t tell if it’s dawn or if it’s over,
The sky just breathes and waits in grey.
Every shadow feels a little closer,
Every heartbeat drifts away.
And I’m alone, in the mist, in between,
Where nothing begins, and nothing has been.
A face in the fog calls out my name,
But every time I answer, it’s the same
Silence, turning slow as a wheel,
In a place where time isn’t real.
There’s a jukebox that plays without motion,
Silver teeth hum ghosts of a song.
I dance with the echo, out of devotion,
To a dream that’s been gone too long.
The road curls back like a serpent,
And I follow just to stay lost.
Maybe I’m the smoke, maybe I’m the fire,
Maybe this town was never here.
The wind says something I can’t decipher,
But I know that it’s something near.
And I’m alone, in the mist, in between,
Where nothing begins, and nothing has been.
A face in the fog calls out my name,
But every time I answer, it’s the same
Silence, turning slow as a wheel,
In a place where time isn’t real.

Chapter One, Silence

There’s a light in the diner window,
Flickering slow like it’s trying to breathe.
Coffee cools beside the radio,
And someone whispers beneath the feed.
Every word feels rehearsed from a dream,
And the static hums like memory.

Outside, the neon sighs,
And I think I see your eyes,
In the glass, just a trick of time,
Or maybe a ghost in the line.

Turn the dial, let it fade,
The signal after midnight plays.
Voices lost between the waves,
Calling out names we never gave.
And I can’t tell if I’m awake,
Or replaying something we made.

There’s a hum beneath the pavement,
Like the town’s asleep but dreaming still.
Headlights crawl across the station,
And the air tastes sharp and unreal.
Every frequency bleeds into one,
And the night forgets the dawn.

You said, “Stay tuned, don’t change,”
As the colours began to fade.
Now your voice is all I hear,
Through the noise that draws me near.

Turn the dial, let it fade,
The signal after midnight plays.
Voices lost between the waves,
Calling out names we never gave.
And I can’t tell if I’m awake,
Or replaying something we made.

Maybe this town was never real,
Maybe the static’s how you feel.
Every word you send, I catch too late
It fades before I can translate.

Turn the dial, let it fade,
The signal after midnight plays.
Somewhere you’re still on the air,
Saying things that aren’t quite there.
And I’ll keep listening through the grey,
Until the world drifts away.

Chapter Two, Signal After Midnight

The radio hums, a low vibration,
Static blooms like ghosts in the wire.
Her voice drifts through the modulation,
Soft as smoke, pulling me higher.
I tune the dial, my hands are shaking,
Each sound feels almost alive.
Streetlights buzz with quiet breathing,
Their glow hums the shape of her name.
I follow the sound where the town is sleeping,
But every road just loops the same.
Something beneath the air is turning,
And I swear the signal sighs.
I can hear her say,
“Don’t trust the dawn, it lies.”
Every word cuts through the haze,
Like a warning from another sky.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
The diner’s gone, just fog and power,
The wires hum, the ground hums back.
I trace her song through the old watchtower,
But the clock hands never track.
A shape in the glass moves when I don’t, 
It’s her smile, but it’s not her eyes.
Her voice cracks through the rain,
“Keep talking, I’m close this time.”
But the echo falls apart again,
Lost in the hum of the power lines.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
Maybe the town is dreaming me,
Maybe I’m the ghost she tries to reach.
Maybe the signal’s not from her at all, 
Just the sound of something calling back from the breach.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
So I’ll keep the line alive tonight,
Through the static and electric light.
If she’s still out there, I’ll hear her sigh,
Through the dead frequency, where echoes lie.


Chapter Three, Dead Frequency

I've finally arrived in Nightfall and I swear I still hear her voice. She's here, I'm almost sure of it but there's something stopping us. A signal from somewhere between memory and dream, an unseen frequency that hums beneath the surface of the town.

Born from late-night static and half-remembered melodies, Nightfall FM transmits stories from a world that feels almost familiar, but not quite right. Echoing from an imagined small-town radio station, the kind that never closes, where the light in the window flickers and the DJ’s voice sounds too calm to be real.

Chapter Three, Dead Frequency

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