Wedding china rattles, whispers break like glass

She parades in borrowed lace,
Press shots, sugar paste.
But the name she carved on that wristband tag
Scratches like claws from a paper bag.

Every crib bell rings familiar,
Like the jingle on my radiator.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Her smug smile smells of powdered skin,
But all I taste is the litter bin.
Behind the lullabies and staged applause,
I hear my tabby sharpening claws.

Every rattle’s got the same old sound,
Echo of paws still running around.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Baptism bowl or water dish,
Stealing names won’t grant her wish.
She plays the saint with a plagiarized crown,
But cats don’t kneel, they tear thrones down.

Copycat cradle—falling apart.
Copycat cradle—poor little start.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Forever branded with a borrowed fur,
I’ll keep the original—she’ll always be a blur.

Rattling dishes, silence bites back.

She called her kid like my cat

I count the cracks on my bedroom wall
Scrolling through a world that doesn’t care at all
Coffee’s cold, but the rent is high
Everyone’s depressed, but we laugh online

Is this living or just waiting?
Talk is cheap, but bills keep raising
Smile for photos, hide the mess
Nothing’s simple, nothing’s less

I wear the mask that the office loves
Nine to five, I’m a pair of gloves
Weekend hits and I fall apart
Dancing drunk with a broken heart

Is this living or just waiting?
Talk is cheap, but bills keep raising
Smile for photos, hide the mess
Nothing’s simple, nothing’s less

Stand in line, buy the dream
Everything’s not what it seems
Look inside, there’s no cure
Life’s a joke, but I’m not sure

Is this living or just waiting?
Talk is cheap, but bills keep raising
Smile for photos, hide the mess
Nothing’s simple, nothing’s less

I count the cracks on my bedroom wall
Scrolling through a world that doesn’t care at all

Nothing’s simple

Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Dancing close but I don’t know your name
Glitter eyes, broken heels
Nothing’s real, but the chaos feels

We laugh, we cry, we’re wasting time
All night, all night, we’re losing minds
So loud, so fake, but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashing lights

Bathroom smoke, stolen lines
Every joke sounds better with the wine
Falling hard, kiss and spit
I don’t care, yeah I live for it

We laugh, we cry, we’re wasting time
All night, all night, we’re losing minds
So loud, so fake, but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashing lights

Bodies crash, tomorrow’s dead
Cameras flash, nothing’s said
Call me trash, I don’t mind
Every sin looks better at night

We laugh, we cry, we’re wasting time
All night, all night, we’re losing minds
So loud, so fake, but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashing lights
Cynical love in the flashing lights

Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Nothing’s real, but the chaos stays

Cynical love

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Feral Ghoul Fall #1 - Modern 2020s Post-Punk

A million voices in the wire
A city lit with digital fire
The static sings a frantic choir
Feeding an unseen desire
But in the noise, I feel the hum
Of the one true rhythm to come, yeah

This is the resonance cascade
A chain reaction I have made
One perfect wave begins to bloom
And sweeps the chaos from the room
Yeah, the resonance cascade

The useless data starts to fray
The phantom signals fall away
An architecture of decay
Forforced to listen and obey
My frequency becomes the law
Exposing every single flaw, you see

This is the resonance cascade
A chain reaction I have made
One perfect wave begins to bloom
And sweeps the chaos from the room
Yeah, the resonance cascade, it's starting now

The final echo starts to bend...
A slow and calculated end...
The system's clean.

This is the resonance cascade
A chain reaction I have made
One perfect wave begins to bloom
And sweeps the chaos from the room
A perfect room.

I Design The Silence

Breathing walls and liquid floors
Strangers leaking through my pores
Subway swallowing the sun
Plastic mothers, plastic sons
Becoming everyone and none

Aaahh, ohhh, aaahh, ohhh

Who's that living in my bones?
Speaking in forgotten tones?
Watch me turning into stone
Drowning in the things I own

Sidewalk melting like a clock
Faceless people never talk
Tasting colors, seeing sound
Lost myself but wasn't found
Floating ten feet underground

Aaahh, ohhh, aaahh, ohhh

Who's that living in my bones?
Speaking in forgotten tones?
Watch me turning into stone
Drowning in the things I own

Dissolve... dissolve... dissolve...

Who's that living in my bones?!
Speaking in forgotten tones?!
Watch me turning into stone!
Drowning in the things I—

...own

My Bones Are A Museum

The city's sleeping, what a bore
Let's write our names on every door
Got a pocket full of nothing much
But we got that electric touch
The streetlights flicker, keeping time
To our own perfect, little crime

They play by the rules, they stand in line
We'll draw our own in a crooked design
Yeah, we got a signal, we got a sign!

Oh, we are static and gasoline
The best disaster you've ever seen
We're the trouble in the in-between
Yeah, we are static and gasoline!

Cracked a smile at the warning sign
Jumped the fence at a quarter to nine
Your laughter's like a siren's call
Ready to watch the whole thing fall
They're all living in black and white
We'll paint this town in neon light

They play by the rules, they stand in line
We'll draw our own in a crooked design
Yeah, we got a signal, we got a sign!

Oh, we are static and gasoline
The best disaster you've ever seen
We're the trouble in the in-between
Yeah, we are static and gasoline!

Let 'em stare, let 'em talk, we don't even care
We got our own beat, we're walking on air
In this town of gray, we're a neon flare...

Oh, we are static and gasoline!
The best disaster you've ever seen!
We're the trouble in the in-between!
Yeah, we are static and gasoline!

Static and gasoline!

A Minor Apocalypse

The mercury lights begin to flicker
The city's pulse is getting quicker
It pulls me into its embrace
To find my own forgotten space
I shed the person I pretend
And let a new me descend
Into the noise, into the sound
'Til there's no solid ground

And oh, this chemical halo
Is the only light I know
Your fractured smile is my escape
A beautiful and flawed new shape
And in your touch I feel the divine
A broken soul that looks like mine

We trade our secrets for a thrill
A hungry void we try to fill
We trace the scars we hide so well
Under this temporary spell
A sweet relief, a bitter sting
Forgetting almost everything

And oh, this chemical halo
Is the only light I know
Your fractured smile is my escape
A beautiful and flawed new shape
And in your touch I feel the divine
A broken soul that looks like mine

But morning comes, a loaded gun
Pointed at our fading fun
And for a moment, in the grey
I almost dare to turn away...

But oh, this chemical halo
Is the only light I know
Your fractured smile is my escape
A beautiful and flawed new shape
And in your touch I feel the divine
A broken soul that looks like mine

Looks like mine...

The Halo Is A Scar

Asphalt shimmers under violet skies
Digital static in your vacant eyes
You drift like smoke through the crowded street
A bitter rush, so bittersweet

One step, two steps, echoes in the rain
A reckless moth drawn to neon flame

Oh, you're running with a chrome heart
(Chrome heart!)
Taring my city apart
(Apart!)
Dangerous game from the very start
Just running with your chrome heart

Your silhouette flickers then disappears
Lost in the static of my deepest fears
Your laugh cuts through like a dial tone
Crowded room but I'm alone

Three steps, four steps, losing my own pace
Just reflections I can't erase

Oh, you're running with a chrome heart
(Chrome heart!)
Tearing my city apart
(Apart!)
Dangerous game from the very start
Just running with your chrome heart

Is this real or just a glitch in code?
This heavy feeling, dangerous load
You turn around in pale moonlight
For just one second, it feels right

Oh, you're running with a chrome heart!
(Chrome heart!)
Tearing my whole world apart!
(World apart!)
Beautiful lie from the very start!
Just running with your chrome heart!

Chrome heart...
Chrome heart...

Angular Heart

The city breathes, a hazy drone
I'm moving in a world of stone
The colors bleed and then collapse
Erasing all the faded maps
There’s just a signal in the static
A pulse that feels automatic, yeah

Another signal turns to noise
Drowning out the other choice
My frequency is locked on you
The only signal breaking through
Yeah, the only signal breaking through

A resonance inside my bones
On a frequency that stands alone
They speak to me in fuzzy lines
But I just see the pure designs
My focus cuts just like a lens
On where the real world truly ends, you see

Another signal turns to noise
Drowning out the other choice
My frequency is locked on you
The only signal breaking through
Yeah, the only signal breaking through, for me now

Inside this vacuum, sharp and vast...
The future's buried with the past...
The clock hands blur into a line...
The architecture feels divine...
This whole new world is mine.

The signal...
The signal...
The signal...
Another echo... another echo... another echo...
Another echo fades to black.
Lock.

Vacuum Aria

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