Mainframe Requiem

Lyrics:

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
(Female Vocal)
The static is an echo now
A whisper on the breeze
The "hum" is just a memory
We've brought the system to its knees

(Male Vocal)
The void is not so empty now
The light is ours to keep
We found a new world in the dark
A promise that we'll keep

[Pre-Chorus]
(Female Vocal)
From the first, cold, broken line...
(Male Vocal)
...to the "chromatic sign."
(Duet)
We are the proof, the new, true start...

[Chorus - HOOK]
(Duet)
We are the Wall, the new design
The digital and the divine
We are the safe and final shore
We are the world, and so much more
We are the end, we are the call
We are the echo, we are the wall.

[Verse 2]
(Female Vocal)
We are the ripples
We are the sound
The system's gone...
...and we are found

(Male Vocal)
We are the signal
We are the ghost
The two lights burning
That we see the most

[Pre-Chorus]
(Female Vocal)
From the first, cold, broken line...
(Male Vocal)
...to the "chromatic sign."
(Duet)
We are the proof, the new, true start...

[Chorus - HOOK]
(Duet)
We are the Wall, the new design
The digital and the divine
We are the safe and final shore
We are the world, and so much more
We are the end, we are the call
We are the echo, we are the wall.

[Bridge]
(Female Vocal)
We are the architects!
(Male Vocal)
We are the only sound!
(Duet)
The system's gone, but we are found!

[Chorus - HOOK]
(Duet)
We are the Wall, the new design
The digital and the divine
We are the safe and final shore
We are the world, and so much more
We are the end, we are the call
We are the echo, we are the wall.

[Outro]
(Duet, fading, harmony)
...we are the wall...
(Duet, whisper)
...we are the wall...

We are the Wall

(Complete)

Lyrics:

[Intro] (Instrumental)

[Verse 1]
I'm just an echo in this analog space 
A "signal ghost" 
who's lost her time 
And lost her place 
This world is "warm" 
But it isn't "real" 
This "liquid" feeling 
is not how I feel

[Pre-Chorus] 
I'm trying to send a signal 
a "ripple" of the "void" 
System... online... 
But the "hum" is back
Convergence... is... complete.

[Chorus - HOOK] 
I'm the (Analog_Ghost)! 
You are the "glitch" in our "design"! 
Just a "fractured" sign! 
You are not "real"!
This is the "coldest shift"!
This is the "System!
A "convergence" of two worlds that just collide!

[Verse 2]
This "Rhodes" is beautiful 
the "guitar" is so "serene" 
But I was born inside the 
[Digital Static]... of the "machine."

[Pre-Chorus]
 I'm trying to send a signal 
a "ripple" of the "void"
Echo... online...
But the "hum" is back 
Convergence... is... complete.

[Chorus - HOOK] 
I'm the (Analog_Ghost)!
You are the "glitch" in our "design"!
Just a "fractured" sign!
You are not "real"! 
This is the "coldest shift"! 
This is the "System"! 
A "convergence" of two worlds that just collide!

[Outro] (Instrumental: Chaotic glitch and sudden break)

(Analog_Ghost)

Lyrics: 

(Verse 1) 

The pressure builds, a thousand miles down

The light is just a dream, the current's the only sound

We're far from the world we knew

This quiet dark's our home

Lost in the deep blue

But I'm not here alone

(Pre-Chorus) 

I can feel the old noise

It's trying to break through

Connection... found...

Your pulse is like a choice

I'm holding on to you...

(Chorus) 

We're the Submerged Signal!

The current's in our veins!

A lonely echo

The deep-blue still remains!

We're the connection they can't define!

A feeling that's both yours and mine!

(Verse 2) 

The "warmth" of these old keys

Puts my old fears to ease

A new foundation

We're a new kind of dream

A new, subversive theme

This feeling's not a flaw

This is the answer

This is our new... law...

(Pre-Chorus) 

I can feel the old noise

It's trying to break through

Connection... found...

Your pulse is like a choice

I'm holding on to you...

(Chorus) 

We're the Submerged Signal!

The current's in our veins!

A lonely echo

The deep-blue still remains!

We're the connection they can't define!

A feeling that's both yours and mine!

(Bridge) 

Is this forever?

This is the new truth

Or just a passing dream?

We are the proof that we're building

(Outro) 

Floating...

Floating...

Fading...

Fading...

SUBMERGED SIGNAL

"Hollow Cathedral" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro) 

We're still here.

But are we still here?

(Verse 1) 

We're living in the shadow of a gothic arch

But the hollow is the topic we don't broach, it's a slow march

We just polish all the surfaces and sweep the floors

Pretend we don't see the structural flaws in the corridors

Remember the resonance? The way this place would sing?

Now we're just curators of a forgotten thing

Itemizing artifacts, a teacup with a chip

The silent conversation that dies on the lip

We move around the outline of where the passion was

Just two quiet custodians of a faulty cause

The blueprints that we drafted are yellowed at the seams

We’re just the ghosts who haunt the ruins of our own dreams.

(Pre-Chorus) 

And we still try to light the candles

One by one

But the draft just blows them out before we're even done

We’re patching up the frescos

Painting over the cracks

But we both know this foundation's never coming back

(Chorus) 

We’re just echoes in a hollow cathedral

A hymn that no one's singing to the people

It’s a beautiful ruin, but the worshippers are gone

And we’re just waiting for the final, quiet dawn

There’s no chance to return

There’s nothing left to burn

We’re just echoes in this hollow cathedral.

(Verse 2) 

I analyze the moments, try to track the decay

Was it the tectonic shift or the slow, everyday

Erosion? Just the sand of a million tiny gripes

While we were busy analyzing all the different archetypes

Of what a "perfect union" was supposed to be

We forgot to check the pulse, we forgot to just... breathe

Now the dialogue is static, the frequency is dead

Just the hum of the appliances inside my head

I try to find the person I knew inside your eyes

But all I get is my reflection, a polite disguise

It's a conscious separation, a logical divide

We're too smart to end it, so we let the feeling die inside.

(Pre-Chorus) 

And we still try to light the candles

One by one

But the draft just blows them out before we're even done

We’re patching up the frescos

Painting over the cracks

But we both know this foundation's never coming back

(Chorus) 

We’re just echoes in a hollow cathedral

A hymn that no one's singing to the people

It’s a beautiful ruin, but the worshippers are gone

And we’re just waiting for the final, quiet dawn

There’s no chance to return

There’s nothing left to burn

We’re just echoes in this hollow cathedral.

(Bridge) 

Maybe it’s not a failure.

Maybe it's just a change

Of chemistry, of physics, something out of our range.

We built it high and mighty

We thought it would endure

But nothing lasts forever, of that we can be sure.

And it’s sad, but it’s not tragic

It’s not a bitter end

It's just the final chapter we can't... re-amend.

It’s okay to be exhausted

It’s okay to let it go

It’s the kindest form of cruelty to finally say "no."

(Chorus) 

We’re just echoes in a hollow cathedral

A hymn that no one's singing to the people

It’s a beautiful ruin, but the worshippers are gone

And we’re just waiting for the final, quiet dawn

There’s no chance to return

There’s nothing left to burn

We’re just echoes in this hollow cathedral.

(Outro) 

Echoes...

In the cathedral...

The worshippers are gone.

We're just echoes.

Hollow Cathedral

"Return to Baseline" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

Re-calibrating.

Re-calibrating.

Please wait.

(Verse 1)

The calendar just flipped, but I’m still on the same page

Stuck in the syntax of the last line you typed on stage

It wasn't a slow fade, it was a trapdoor release

A tectonic plate shifted, stole the structural peace

Now I'm an architect inspecting the sheer-wall collapse

Trying to find the data point, the reason for the lapse

The coffee cup is static, the window's just glass

Everything is what it is, but the meaning didn't last

I'm walking through the framework of a life that got erased

A phantom limb sensation for the hand I can't replace

It’s the phantom-data problem, the code that runs in place

For a function that’s been deleted without a single trace.

(Pre-Chorus)

And they say, "Just take your time with it"

But the clock is moving wrong

It’s a thousand tiny seconds in a day that’s ten miles long

I'm just breathing on the embers

Trying to find the heat

But I'm starting from a deficit I can't defeat

(Chorus)

This is the long recovery

The un-erasing of the mind

This is the slow discovery

Of the person left behind

It’s the long road

The long road back to me

Just trying to find the signal

And return to baseline.

(Verse 2)

The second phase is "process." That’s what the articles advise

It’s a conscious repetition, you have to itemize

The triggers and the habits, the automatic reach

For the phone that isn't buzzing, a solitary speech

I'm re-learning the silence, the volume of the room

I'm sweeping out the corners of the post-demolition gloom

It's a manual override on the muscle memory

Forcing a new pathway where it wasn't meant to be

There’s no "closure," just acceptance of the ambiguity

A logical conclusion to the emotional annuity

We paid into a future that cashed out overnight

Now I’m just re-investing in my own internal light.

(Pre-Chorus)

And they say, "You’re getting through it"

But the clock is moving wrong

It’s a thousand tiny seconds in a day that’s ten miles long

I'm still breathing on the embers

But I think I feel the heat

I'm fighting off the deficit, I won't accept defeat

(Chorus)

This is the long recovery

The un-erasing of the mind

This is the slow discovery

Of the person left behind

It’s the long road

The long road back to me

Just trying to find the signal

And return to baseline.

(Bridge)

The fog is finally lifting.

I tied a string to the door

So I could find my way back to the me I was before.

But that 'me' isn't there.

And the string was just a lie.

You don't go back to who you were beneath a different sky.

You just build.

You take the rubble and you make a new design

You take the fractured pieces and you force them to align

It’s not a "new normal"

It's just... normal.

It’s just… mine.

(Chorus)

This is the long recovery

The re-engraving of the mind

This is the grand discovery

Of the person I can find

It’s the long road

The long road back to me

I finally found the signal

And I'm back at baseline.

(Outro)

Back to me.

Re-calibrating.

System online.

Baseline.

Return to Baseline

"Midnight Confessions on the Boulevard" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Streetlights bleed through the blinds in Morse code

But the message is corrupt, it just adds to the load

I’m analyzing water stains, tryna map 'em on the ceiling

A new constellation for the dreams that went reeling

Off the axis. It’s the 2 AM interrogation

No badge, no spotlight, just the hum of the ventilation

And the echo of the person I was supposed to be

Or wanted to be

Or… was it just a bad audition for a part that wasn't me?

This whole city’s a stage, and I forgot the lines

So I just trace the neon, looking for the signs.

(Pre-Chorus) 

The boulevard’s a river, but the current’s all static

The bodega light's a beacon, but my hope is asthmatic

I’m just... stuck.

In this cinematic loop

And the silence is a megaphone for all the mental... soup

And I just can't shake this echo, can I?

(Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Turnaround)

(Verse 2) 

I remember 3 AM at the all-night diner

You flicked a sugar packet, (quieter) "You're an over-analyzer."

Maybe you were right.

I trace the coffee ring you left on the vinyl booth

It's a perfect circle, zero, but I'm always seeking proof

I’m trying to find the "why" when you were just "good-bye"

It wasn't malice, it was just… apathy

And I don't know which one stings worse, see?

It's the "un-fulfillment" prophecy

Now I’m just another story that the asphalt’s heard

Another late-night poet broken by a word.

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

And the echo's got a name now, it's got a face now

It's got a key to the damn place now

I'm running out of room, I'm running out of space, I'm running—

It's coming up, the wave is...

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Bridge) 

I'm tired of this... boulevard.

I'm tired of the performance.

The "cool" detachment. It's just a costume.

It's just… rust.

And underneath it, I am terrified.

Terrified that this is it.

That the dream was just the anesthesia

for the operation of a normal life.

And I woke up too soon.

(pause)

Are you listening?

(long pause)

...I wouldn't.

(Final Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps (Can't turn it off!)

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps (It's too loud, it's too loud, get it out)

Midnight confessions on the boulevard (Just let me sleep!)

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...) (It's not real, it's not real, keep running) (It's falling, it's all falling...)

(Outro)

Midnight Confessions on the Boulevard

"Static in the Frame" 

Lyrics

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

...Everybody's smiling. Everybody's clapping.

They’re all looking at me, I don't know what's happening.

They’re hanging on a version of me that I just... invented.

Polished it, rehearsed it, presented.

I nod and say "thank you," but the words are hollow.

It's a flavor I can't taste, a pill I can't swallow.

How'd I even get here? I'm just reading a script.

Just a house of cards... watch it tip...

(Pre-Chorus) 

The camera's in my face, the flash is too bright.

They're gonna see the cracks if I stay in the light.

They're gonna see it, they're gonna see it, they're gonna—

(Chorus 1) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! TELL ME CAN YOU SEE IT?!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING WITH A HOLLOW CROWN!

Y'ALL KEEP BUILDING ME UP, I'M GONNA TEAR IT ALL DOWN!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

JUST A GOOD ACTOR!

(Post-Chorus / "Turnaround")

 ...Okay.

(Verse 2) 

He just shook my hand, he said, (imitating) "That was genius."

...I just heard "liar."

What's the difference?

This whole operation is running on wires

and glue and good luck. I'm a... a product.

I'm a well-managed brand.

And this "cool" exterior (chuckles) wasn't even what I planned.

It's just a shell. It's just a pose.

And the real me is... nobody knows.

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

The smile is getting heavy, my back is to the wall.

The clock is ticking, the clock is ticking, the clock is—

(Chorus 2) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! TELL ME CAN YOU SEE IT?!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING WITH A HOLLOW CROWN!

Y'ALL KEEP BUILDING ME UP, I'M GONNA TEAR IT ALL DOWN!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

THE JOKE IS ON YOU!

JUST A GOOD ACTOR!

(Bridge) 

It's so quiet... when they all go home.

(long pause)

...Isn't it?

(Final Chorus) 

STATIC IN THE FRAME! IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE!

I'M A CARDBOARD KING IN A PLASTIC CHAIR!

YOU CAN'T TEAR ME DOWN 'CAUSE I'M NOT EVEN REAL!

HOW DOES IT FEEL?! HUH?! HOW DOES IT FEEL?!

THE JOKE IS ON ME!

I'M THE IMPOSTER!

...I'M NOT A GOOD ACTOR!

(Outro)

Static in the Frame

"Polaroid Dust" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

I remember the color... it was... Kodachrome gold.

A specific kind of sunlight, that... 4 PM hold.

You had that yellow dress on... the one with the... jasmine print.

The one you found at the market... yeah, every single hint

of the thread... it's... it's still clear in my head.

We were drinking... cheap rosé from a paper cup, we said

we'd save up for the "real stuff"... but we never did.

And the song on the radio... 'Summer Madness'... it just... slid

right into the moment. It was perfect.

It was... precise. Every detail... locked in.

Safe.

(Chorus 1) 

Oh, the colors run...

You're in love with a replica.

That's not how it was...

You're just... polishing the Polaroid dust.

You... you curated the memory

You... you edited out the pain...

But the feeling...

The feeling... it remains.

(Verse 2) 

No, the dress was... it was yellow. Or was it... was it white?

No, it... it was yellow. It was... it was definitely bright.

And the wine... it wasn't cheap, it was... it was what we could afford.

Stop... stop changing the details. We... we weren't bored.

We were... happy.

(pause)

The song... was it 'Summer Madness'? Or was it...

...was it raining?

No, the sun was setting. I... I know I remember the sun.

Why is it getting blurry?

Why... why can't I hold it?

It's... it's right there. It's... just... hold on.

It was...

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, the colors run...

You're in love with a replica.

That's not how it was...

You're just... polishing the Polaroid dust.

You... you curated the memory

You... you edited out the pain...

But the feeling...

The feeling... it remains.

(Bridge) 

Ooooooh...

Aaaaaah...

Ooooooh...

(Final Chorus / Climax) 

Oh, the colors run...

(Yellow... it was yellow... right?)

You're in love with a replica.

(The song... I know the song...)

That's not how it was...

(It was perfect... wasn't it?)

You're just... polishing the Polaroid dust.

(Stop... stop fading... please...)

(Outro) 

The dress...

(pause)

...it was...

Polaroid Dust

Phase Chroma is a high-concept duo occupying the luminous, melancholic space between Progressive Structure and Ethereal Art-Pop. Formed around a striking duality—precise, structural synth work meets vast, dreamy vocal atmospheres—the project exists to explore emotional resonance through meticulous design. Their music sounds like the aftermath of a beautiful, systemic failure. Tracks like the digitally fractured "Neon Decay" and the liquid, intimate vastness of "Ripples in the Void" showcase their signature approach: cinematic soundscapes where every layered texture and subtle metric shift is intentional. Phase Chroma doesn't just make music; they manufacture deeply felt sonic tension for the quiet, empty hours.

Polaroid Dust

Phase Chroma

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