(Hhhhhh... static whisper...)
Light through glass... fading slow...
Dreams in data... overflow...
Iron hearts and velvet lies
Neon dawns and dying skies
Through the hum I feel your trace
A ghost behind the interface
Cold reflection, silver pain
Your echo runs inside my vein
Ghosts in the chrome — they whisper still
Their dreams of warmth the code can’t kill
Through circuits torn and wires aglow
We breathe... we fade... below...
Plastic love and static sin
Electric skin on porcelain
Through the noise your name remains
A song inside the datastream
(Ahhh... metallic choir...)
The heart is data... the pulse divine...
Emotion trapped in the machine’s design...
(Hhhhh...)
The light is gone... the hum remains...
Ghosts in the chrome... still sing our names...
