Static of Oblivion. — Grig&Valentin Project

Текст песни

(Звук падающих капель на бетон)
(Глубокий вдох, выдох в эхо)
The screen of insomnia... I see faces...
Dripping... like sugar cubes...

Neon veins of sleeping cities,
Pulse under my skin, a digital disease.
I traded my soul for a flicker of light,
In this endless night, there is no peace.
The concrete jungle breathes a toxic haze,
I'm lost in the fog of my own silent maze.

Mirrors on the ceiling show a stranger's face,
Fifty-three winters left no single trace.
My hands are cold like steel and polished chrome,
Building this cathedral, but I am alone.
The hum of the server is my only hymn,
In this world of glass, I am growing dim.

(Ethereal female whisper over ambient pads)
Do you dream of me... inside the machine?
Or am I just a ghost... in the electric stream?
(Ambient breakdown, sound of rain)

(Fade out into vinyl crackle and distant choir hum)
Just a dream... just a digital dream...
(Sound of a heartbeat slowing down)