🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — “The Missing Call”

The voice was promised, but never came.
A cold signal from a northern town,
where the snow clings, where the streets fade,
and now we wait — no sound, no name.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Twenty-three hundred, the time was set,
Zehlendorf dark under radio sky.
A message fading before it spoke,
and still we lean in, still we try.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Sometimes what’s missing
is louder than what stays —
sometimes the waiting
is what carries us away.

Sender Astra…
silence, frequency,
Sender Astra…

Sometimes what’s missing
and fate was fading...

The harm in memory.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

The Missing Call

💙 The Miracle Syndicate — Faint Blue Smile

The rim of a chipped glass
Cuts a cold crescent into her thumb.
She doesn’t flinch —
Just watches the tram doors close on no one.

A grey coat soaks up rain,
But her face moves, rehearsed —
A faint blue smile stitched across
The ruins of a thought.

You see them, don’t you?
You see the watchers too?

And she grips, she holds
The stranger’s hand too long, too tight.
She grips, she holds
And wonders who’s holding whom tonight.

Behind every movement,
A shadow stirs awake.
Behind every signal,
The edge begins to shake.
Don’t trust the face,
Don’t trust the eyes —
The faint blue smile
Knows how to lie.

Empty café windows
Press reflections into skin.
Inside, a girl peels labels off a bottle;
Outside, she’s peeling her own grin.

And she grips, she holds
The doorframe like it’s her last.
She grips, she holds
But knows she’s fading fast.

Behind every movement,
A shadow stirs awake.
Behind every signal,
The edge begins to shake.
Don’t trust the face,
Don’t trust the eyes —
The faint blue smile
Knows how to lie.

I laugh with you but count the exits.
I smile at you but check the knives.
I dance with you but mark the door —
This is the heart of staying alive.

Do you see me now?

Credits:

Elena Morgenstern: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Nayeli Astra: Backing Vox, Guitar
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Faint Blue Smile

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — “Room Without a Mirror” 

Woke at four,
shoes still by the door.
One light flickers,
floorboards warped and sore.

Numb from skin to sound,
clock has no more hands.
Staring at the ceiling cracks,
I still don’t understand.

Call me — dare you.
Feed the thought, undo me.
Fall through — dare you.
One breath away from losing.

This is a room without a mirror,
no one to face, no one to fear.
Days fold over, thin as air.
I speak, but no one’s there.

Three missed calls,
numbers I don’t save.
Voice notes haunt
the space I crave.

Can’t read my own reflections,
shades drawn tight.
My voice a slow infection,
folding out of sight.

Call me — dare you.
Feed the thought, undo me.
Fall through — dare you.
One breath away from losing.

This is a room without a mirror,
no one to face, no one to fear.
Days fold over, thin as air.
I speak, but no one’s there.

Every word’s a wire,
pulled too thin.
Every look’s a fire
I won’t let in.

Room without a mirror,
face without a name.
Lie here in the static,
feed the frame.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Room Without A Mirror

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate — When the Wires Cross

I wake in a room I’ve never left.
Paint cracked with a name half-spoken.
Your face on the screen won’t stay still—
Flickers, then fades, then is broken.

And I can’t recall if we said goodbye,
Or if we were never allowed to try.

When the wires cross, when the current runs cold,
Will you find me again in the static?
If this life was torn, if the reel unrolled,
Will you meet me again—automatic?

I trace your voice through the machine,
A loop that the future corrupted.
Your hands were warm in a dream unseen,
But time, in its loop, is disrupted.

And I don’t know if you hear me now,
Or if this is just some vow.

When the wires cross, when the current runs cold,
Will you find me again in the static?
If this life was torn, if the reel unrolled,
Will you meet me again—automatic?

I send you a signal through glass and coil,
A message that slips through the seams.
Maybe we meet when the tapes unspool,
In another of someone’s dreams.

Hear me now.
Hear me now,
Or if this is just some vow.

When the wires cross, when the current runs cold,
Will you find me again in the static?
If this life was torn, if the reel unrolled,
Will you meet me again—automatic?

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Guitar
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Released by:
Painful Records

When the Wires Cross

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate — Concrete Breathes Below 

Steel doors shut behind me.
Wires run cold beneath the ground.
Old streets loop in patterns
you don’t know you’re chasing round.

I heard a voice through static—
no signal left to find.
Maps torn at the corners,
burnt words in my mind.

Thirty years gone.
Nothing changed, nothing clear.
Thirty years gone.
Moving fast, stuck in here.

Footsteps stamp through corridors.
Walls stained with names I can’t pronounce.
Windows black, reflections twitch.
Clock hands spin, then count me out.

Rooms I never entered,
locked tight inside my head.
Every street an outline
drawn by what I never said.

Thirty years gone.
Nothing changed, nothing clear.
Thirty years gone.
Moving fast, stuck in here.

Pulse caught on a page
I never meant to write.
Half the words erased—
still I read them every night.

Every night.

Thirty years gone.
Concrete breathes below.
Thirty years gone.
Still no place to go.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Released by:
Painful Records

Rock & Pop

Concrete Breathes Below

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate
“She Won’t Keep You”

Iron veins beneath the stone,
Cold wires through the tunnel drone.
You walked in thinking you could fix her,
But now you’re learning — you become.

She pulls you in, she turns away,
A hundred nights, a thousand days.
She feeds on ruins, burns your skin,
You won’t come out the way you came in.

She won’t keep you

You can love her, she won’t keep you.
Take what you give her
She won’t need you, just delete you.

Every street a blurred confession,
Walls remember what you hide.
You think you’re writing your own sentence,
But this wild child always decides.

She pulls you in, she turns away,
A hundred nights, a thousand days.
She’ll carve your name in broken concrete,
She’ll wear it down, erase your dreams.

She won’t keep you

You can love her, she won’t keep you.
Take what you give her
She won’t need you, just delete you.

Here, you’re always half awake,
Smoke-stained glass and no escape.
You’ll lose yourself, you’ll beg to stay,
She never asks, she lets you break.

You can love her… she won’t keep you
You can leave her… she will keep you
In your bones and in your breath,
This wild child loves in life through death.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers, Mellotron
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

She Won’t Keep You

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate — “Nowhere to Go”

You’re gone, gone, gone…

I fed the silence everything,
Your name, my sleep, the morning light.
But the walls are all that answer back,
The rooms collapse from holding tight.

Grief is love with nowhere to go—
It stays,
Like smoke in the seams of my coat.
Grief is love with nowhere to go—
It stays,
Like blood in the strings of my throat.

Your shape remains in static frames,
A blur across my TV screen.
I tried to scream you back again—
But grief just loops the same old scene.

Hands through hair, fists through glass,
Names we said, gone too fast.
I called you home—no one came,
Left my voice inside the rain.

Grief is love with nowhere to go—
It stays,
Like light that refuses to glow.
Grief is love with nowhere to go—
It stays,
Like a song only I seem to know.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Nowhere to Go

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate — “Dead Channel”

I said it clear — at least I thought I did
but the words caught static in the air
your eyes blinked left like I’d disappeared
and the silence said you were never there

I played your message in reverse
heard laughter first, then rage, then stone
I wrote my name across your breath
but all your lines came back unknown

I turned the dials, I watched the lights
I stayed up late to catch your call
but every time I found the tone
the signal dropped — then nothing showed

I said your name
Did you hear mine?
I mouthed it once
But it crossed no line

We tried to speak,
but the channel died
we tried to reach,
but the words slipped wide
your face, my voice,
all smoke and fire —
we tried to speak,
then we expired

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Beloved

☔️✨ The Miracle Syndicate - "Take Back the Rain"

The rain pinned shadows to the glass,
Your boots by the door, untouched.
The chair still held the shape you made —
And I couldn’t bring myself to dust.

You said you’d be back when the clouds broke.
But it’s been weeks since the sky last spoke.

I keep your coat where the light bends cold,
By the window where the jasmines died.
You once said love was a borrowed coat —
And I just wore it for the ride.

The kettle clicks, then gives up the heat.
I pour two cups, then drink both slow.
It’s easier than asking out loud
If there’s something I should know.

The world is wet with answers
I don’t know how to phrase.
So I fold myself into the static
Of this unspoken haze.

I keep your coat where the light bends cold,
Near the stack of books you’d never start.
You once said love is a crooked flame —
It warms the skin, but skips the heart.

The days repeat in lowercase.
No clocks, no calls, just sound.
I trace the rings your glass once left,
Like trying to unwrite the ground.

If you return, take back the rain.
Take the stillness you left behind.
But leave the blue light in the hall —
It’s the only thing still kind.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Guitar
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate

Take Back the Rain

🖤✨ The Miracle Syndicate - "Practiced on Me"

She said I looked tired, but smiled when I spoke —
The kind of smile you offer a patient.
My coffee was cold before I noticed
That her chair had never been taken.

I tried to remember what we talked about —
But my mouth held no shape.
I wiped her lipstick off my glass,
But it was never there in the first place.

I wrote down half of a name
In the steam on the window,
But it bled down the glass
Like it didn’t want to be known.
She may have loved me —
Or just practiced it on me
In case it ever counted.

The restaurant closed and I kept sitting,
Listening for footsteps that never walked away.
A waiter asked if I was alright,
And I said I was just waiting for a mistake.

He smiled like I was joking,
The way you smile at someone you pity.
I left a tip for the absence,
Then walked home through a city
That didn’t blink when I crossed the street.

I said her name out loud —
But it wasn’t mine to say.
It sounded like someone I almost was
But lost somewhere halfway.
She may have loved me —
Or was just testing the weight
Of what a goodbye might weigh.

There are conversations we never had
That I still apologize for.
She might’ve been real,
But I kept building her
Each time she vanished more.

In the end, I forgot her face
But not the silence she taught me to hear.
And sometimes, when I pass the place —
I swear, I see her disappear.

Practiced on Me

🏝️✨ The Miracle Syndicate - "Voices in the Sky"

We sailed over seven seas
Searching for that missing key
Unlock a new
World harmony

Climb the highest mountain range
Then we took the longest train
Looking for our
Perfect refrain

I hear voices in the sky
(In the sky)
In the sky
(In the sky)

Hidden rhythms in the rivers run
Blinding beats in the desert sun
Hear them today
Play all as one

Distant voices in a far off sky
Led us to the elusive prize
To the new sound
We testify

I hear voices in the sky
(In the sky)
In the sky
(In the sky)

There's hidden rhythms in the sun
In the sun
I hear voices in the sky
In the sky

Original song by Paul Spencer, Peter Oxendale, and Russell Small (Dario G).
All rights remain with the original copyright holders.
This is a non-commercial, artistic reinterpretation for tribute and personal expression.

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate

Voices in the Sky

💔 The Miracle Syndicate — Salt for the Wound /v1

Your name tastes bitter when I pray,
A broken hymn I choke back down.
Every promise frays like wire—
Pull tight enough… it just cuts out.

This isn’t healing… this is hiding.
Dress the wound, but leave it raw.

Pour salt into the wound—
Make it shine beneath the skin.
Pain’s the only thing that stays
When nothing else gets in.

The bottle’s empty, the lights are low,
I count the cracks across the floor.
One for every time you swore
You’d never leave…
But left once more.

Pour salt into the wound—
Let it sparkle in the pain.
I don’t want it gone, I need it here—
The only thing that knows my name.

Pour salt into the wound—
Let it sparkle in the pain.
I don’t want it gone, I need it here—
The only thing that knows my soul.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Vox, Piano, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Vox, Programming, Percussion, Bass

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Salt for the Wound

Close to Pain
by The Miracle Syndicate 🖤✨

No, I'm not relieved.

We say farewell.
We turn around…
The stark dusk view —
and the sea —
is real.

What would you do?

I have pain.

Pain!
We have pain.

That star waits through the night.
That star fights for real light.

Duh, yeah. Me.

This is our life.
This is our love.
For some heated pain.

I still see us in the passing —
in the car I drive when you exclaim,
through salted tears,
you scream with the loud, 
Goodbye.

Godspeed.

I have —

Pain!
We have pain.

That star waits through the night.
That star fights for real light.

And so free the pain.

This is our life.
This is our love.
For some heated pain.

This is for some heated pain.

That star longs to shine its brightest light.
That star longs to sleep under satellites.

It feels right.
It’s all right
to keep you close again.

If we fall right,
it’s all right —
if we keep it close to pain.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra Xóchitl: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate

Close to Pain

🌈🖤✨ You Bring Me Colour
by The Miracle Syndicate

This city hums in silver tones,
the lights don’t burn, they only glow.
Nothing moves, nothing fades,
then you bring me colour…

Was it real? Was it you?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

Your silhouette on empty streets,
reflections move but never speak.
Your shadow lingers, pulls me through,
but every road still leads to you…

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I swore I heard your voice tonight,
a thread of gold in black and white.
I swore I felt your hands in mine,
but maybe it was just the time…

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

Was it real? Was it true?
Or just the way the dark bleeds through?

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I trace the lines, the shape of loss,
a love that fades but never stops.
I call your name, but hear no sound,
a neon flicker underground.

You bring me colour, but only in the end.
Was it ever really there,
or just the way the story bends?

I trace the lines, the shape of loss,
a love that fades but never stops.
I call your name, but hear no sound,
a glitter flicker underground.

The streets are grey, the lights have dimmed,
the memory burns, then caves within.
I close my eyes, you’re almost near…
but every time, you disappear.

You bring me colour…
but only in the end.

You Bring Me Colour

🖤✨ The Sky Might Fall
by The Miracle Syndicate

The sky might fall
But I will not crash
When lights burn everything down
I’ve walked through this silence in bliss

I’m standing tall
When it comes to pass
I’ll find my way out
Someone needed this trip

The sky might fall
But I will not crash
When lights burn everything down
I’ve walked through this silence in bliss

Let it all come down—
I won’t close my eyes
I was made for the end
Not afraid to say goodbye
When the sky turns black
And the ground pulls apart
I’ll be fire in the wreckage
Still beating, still heart

Let the heavens crack—
I’ve already bled through worse
Black out every sun
I’ll crawl from the wreck unrehearsed
Tear the ground in half—
I’ve slept beneath its weight
Erase my name from every wall
I was never yours to break

The sky might fall
But I will not crash
When the lights burn everything down
I’ll walk through this silence in bliss

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

The Sky Might Fall

💔✨ We Rehearsed Our Collapse
by The Miracle Syndicate

Your name drips slow from the concrete below.
I taste iron in fog that never lets go.
No shape, no flame—just the weight of the air.
I sung your goodbye to a face that’s not there.

Just bury the grief—this is what comes after:
The stillness we borrow, the silence we shatter.

The deadened groans where the birch trees lean—
We rehearsed our collapse… and called it serene.
No gods in this static, no saints on the line,
Just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

I walked past the place where I last saw your face.
Oh, somebody erased it and left it no trace.
No wire, no signal—just distant decay.
You never returned. You can’t shake that away.

I’m not waiting—I’m wired to remain
In places where no one remembers my name.

The deadened groans where the birch trees lean—
We rehearsed our collapse… and called it serene.
No gods in this static, no saints on the line,
Just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

In the deep.
Feels like a dream.

We rehearsed our collapse…

All that we built—paper on stone.
All that we said—cut to dial tones.
You weren’t the ending. I was.

I’m not waiting—I’m wired to remain
In places where no one remembers my name.

The deadened groans where the birch trees lean—
We rehearsed our collapse… and called it serene.
No gods in this static, no saints on the line,
Just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

I’m just a girl at the shore, pretending she’s fine.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

We Rehearsed Our Collapse

I stayed beneath the rift—too long to breathe
Mapped the fault lines in your sleep
Your name’s not gone—it just won’t speak
Hung in the throat of every dream

I held the dusk like it was mine
But dusk just held me back in kind

Driftline
Take me under
Where the light don’t have to reach
I won’t beg to be remembered
I just want a place to sink

You left your coat beside my door
It never asked if you’d return
I trace the salt in each regret
No fire comes without the burn

If love was real, it’s rotted now
And silence wears your wedding vow

Driftline
Take me under
Where the sky forgets to weep
Let the black tide fold around me
In a depth too dark to keep

I never left—just learned to fade
Like static buried in the waves

Driftline
Take me slowly
To the cold beyond belief
Where I don’t have to remember
What we were before the grief

Driftline

All mistakes are intentional.

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Published by Painful Records Ltd.

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