Static and Mirrors Lyrics

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Static & Mirrors

Verse 1
Once, the truth arrived in paper, carried crisp from porch to hand,
Now it’s a thousand voices screaming, every grain of doubt unmanned.
Screens glow hot in empty bedrooms, headlines sharpen, twist, repeat,
Facts diluted, fiction weaponized and shot out in a tweet.
Old certainties dissolve in pixels, common sense becomes a game,
Everyone’s a prophet, peddling fear or stoking shame.
Stories spliced and doctored gently, algorithms learn your taste,
While the quiet heart of honesty is poisoned, gone to waste.

Verse 2
Echo chambers stack like coffins, every wall reflects your fear,
Truth’s a currency for sale, lies get cheaper every year.
Editors replaced by strangers paid in panic and in clicks,
The anchor smiles with teeth of marble—facts are buried in the mix.
Rumors bloom like mold in darkness, spore by spore, a black parade,
Marching cross the nation’s airwaves, torching trust with every blade.
Every scroll a loaded question, every answer blurred and bent,
Fiction dressed as revelation, certainty as discontent.

Chorus
Static and mirrors,
Truth and error’s thin divide,
Every word another weapon,
Every headline picks a side.
We chase clarity in darkness,
But the signal’s always strange—
Every fact gets bent and battered
In the carnival of change.

Verse 3
Grandma lost in YouTube spirals,
Brother raging at a meme,
Uncle says the world is ending,
Aunt believes it’s all a scheme.
Kids are growing up in shadows,
Mouths full of uncertain news,
Can’t believe in what they’re seeing,
Can’t be sure of what they lose.
Silver tongues and TV prophets,
Snake oil slick with every spin,
Who’s to say what’s fake or fragile,
When the world won’t let truth in?

Bridge
So we gather at the table,
Eyes half-shut against the glare,
Trying hard to find connection
In a world of signal flare.
Somewhere in the endless shouting,
In the memes and clever lies,
Maybe there’s a quiet longing
For a voice that still replies.

Outro
Maybe hope’s a simple question,
Not an answer, not a fight—
Just a story told in kindness
When the world turns out the light.
Static and mirrors,
That’s the world we wander through,
Searching for a single honest sentence
That still might be true.

The Password Is Ruin

It started with a leak, a whisper, a line of stolen code cracked open in the night,
Backdoors in the vaults of trust, hacks in the marrow of everything you thought was right.
They sold your blood type, your birthday, your habits and shame for fractions of coin,
Identity shattered and scattered, your secrets a playground for anyone who’d join.
Banks coughed up account numbers, hospitals auctioned your scars and pills,
Social security swapped like baseball cards, every new breach a fresh set of kills.
A thousand phishing hooks in every inbox, passwords drained like wounds that never clot,
You change your details, lock your doors, but your shadow’s already been bought.

Credit ruined, lives upended, the credit bureaus just shrug and sell ads,
Synthetic ghosts open mortgages and bail, while the real you drowns in the latest fads.
No more trust in e-signatures, digital handshakes, or that blue check by your name—
Every contract forged, every email poisoned, every answer a game.
Old photos of you scraped and cloned, a voiceprint duped for a ransom demand,
Every “forgot password?” a tripwire, every help desk a one-night stand.
The government’s firewall falls like dominoes, politicians preach about “resilience and change,”
But the servers are burning, the backups are compromised, the facts deranged.

Now strangers wear your face, your credit, your hope—identity is a lottery draw,
Courts tie your name to crimes you never dreamed, the bureaucracy a chainsaw.
The economy runs on algorithms and faith, both now spoiled and sour,
A global blackout of trust, where your reflection lies and your friends doubt you by the hour.
Nothing is private, nothing is sacred, you’re a data-point in an auctioneer’s chant,
The hackers don’t need weapons—they’ve stolen the future you thought you could grant.
When you log in, pray it’s really you—pray your money, your memories, your loves are still real,
Because in the wasteland of breached information, only the liars know how to steal.

We scroll through wreckage and watch as truth unravels, an endless string of 404s,
With the past exposed, the future hijacked, and every locked door hiding a thousand more.
It’s all for sale in the afterlife of code, a new hell, clean and clinical—
Trust was the only thing holding the world together, and now trust is mythical.

Floodwater And Filtered Feeds

City split by sirens, streets bleeding out under storm clouds painted bruise-black,
People clutching each other for warmth as tsunamis and floodwater eats their doorsteps,
Mothers carry kids with eyes like empty glasses—no magic to bring hope back,
Hospitals in blackout, patience stripped bare, no help, no safety net.
Behind this bright screen, thumb twitching, searching for anything that matters,
What’s viral? Sydney in jeans—her ass, her hips, a thousand angry replies,
Nobody celebrates—every thread a knife fight, the mob comes to shatter
Over a harmless line, now called racist, now called sexist, now everyone’s got their cries.
A thousand bodies go cold under rubble and rising tides,
But all the oxygen’s gone—burned up arguing about denim, about race, about pride.

We’re all busy here, swimming through sewage for a spark that feels real,
War faces ghosted, body counts smothered beneath this outrage reel.
Screens spit disasters, but all we talk about is who’s offended by her jeans—
No one gives a damn about famine, plague, or refugees,
We’re too busy bitching, screaming that “great jeans” means hate,
Floodwaters rising, cities fall—she’s got a great ass, but mostly, it’s just clickbait.

Pink slips hit like grenades—no warning, just a subject line and a severed future,
HR bots send canned condolences as tsunamis erase bloodlines,
Earthquakes splinter schoolhouses, trap generations under dust and broken sutures,
But here it’s all rage farming, every feed curdled with accusations, headlines, and shrill shrines.
Nobody’s thirsty for the truth, just the next scandal to devour,
A million hands outstretched, lost under the noise of another dumb thread,
Algorithm chews up misery, spits out another faux outrage power,
Compassion ground to paste while we pick at the bones of who said what, who’s in bed.
Give me a death toll or a denim shot—both get the same hollow attention,
The real world cracks, but all that trends is indignation and manufactured tension.

Who profits when pain’s just a prop, who wins in these petty crusades?
Sydney’s ass is a battlefield, her jeans a war flag for the internet brigade.
Someone’s whispering over fresh graves, wading through water and mud,
We’re screaming about denim, while ignoring the taste of real blood.

Faces lost behind hashtags—are they alive, are they corpses in the rain?
Righteous anger for sport, every headline compost in the outrage chain.
Somewhere, a woman buries her brother where their house once stood,
Somewhere else, a stranger’s dissected for the shape of her ass, her body, her hood.
Empathy’s just a punchline in the scroll,
We’re spectators, judges, and vultures—all pretending we’re whole.

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People all bitching like they really give a damn,
Scroll on, choke on denim and dopamine,
Suffering’s drowned, every scream pixelated, every loss unseen.
The feed won’t quit, the mob won’t tire,
Outrage over ass, while the whole world’s on fire

Static And Mirrors – Part 2 Burn The Feed

Verse 1
We tuned in for the weather—now it’s all apocalypse and flame,
With anchors smirking over corpses, calling blood by softer names.
Feed me fear in pretty packages, splice a riot into reels,
Turn my neighbor to a monster with a thousand subtle feels.
The news is just a weapon now, cocked and loaded, sold in clips,
Every truth is disassembled, truth itself torn into strips.
Clicks replace convictions, headlines scream like slamming doors,
There’s no truth, just teams and chaos—pick a side and prep for war.

Verse 2
Don’t you dare say both sides lying—choose your cage and paint it red,
One man’s facts are just a rumor in the algorithm’s head.
Every thread a battlefield, every post a sharpened blade,
The calm are drowned beneath the rage the platform’s engineers have made.
Bots in mobs, accounts on fire, paid to keep the world unwell,
Watch the platforms twist a playground to a screaming carousel.
Grandma thinks she’s got the answer, but it came from some AI,
Who stitched a headline out of madness, then sold fear as apple pie.

Chorus
Burn the feed and break the signal,
Choke the lie that sells the fight.
Every echo is a weapon
That keeps screaming through the night.
We don’t talk—we trade in slogans,
Truth’s a ghost that won’t return,
And we’re dancing on the embers
While the whole damn planet burns.

Verse 3
Fuck your balance, fuck your sponsors, fuck your calm debate on lies,
While the poor eat propaganda just to numb their aching eyes.
They sold reason to the highest bidder, buried trust beneath the scroll,
We ain’t citizens—we’re markets, just a metric, just a toll.
Screens are cracked but still they glow, like altars lit to false beliefs,
And we kneel before the chaos like it’s gospel, sharp with grief.
Truth ain’t welcome here—it’s ancient, rusted, mocked and left behind,
While the new gods pump out headlines for the faithless and the blind.

Bridge
We don’t gather ‘round the table—we just swipe and mutter hate,
Craving one more little outrage to define and dominate.
Every whisper is a trigger, every thought a battlefield,
And the loudest lie goes viral while the quiet truth gets killed.

Outro
No more signals, no more silence,
Just the ash of what we knew.
Burned the bridges, burned the questions,
Now the lie becomes the truth.

Kicked Out Of Heaven

Angels blush and demons sigh | They say she’s lost, but damn she’s found | Making saints come….

The God I Chose

Verse 1]
I never needed a savior—
I only wanted something to hold while I drowned
You moved through my ruin like a thief in confession,
Gentle hands, cold eyes, and a mouth full of doubt
I gave up reason for a night at your altar,
Let your silence become the gospel I swallow down
You never promised mercy, never offered release—
But I knelt anyway, just to feel you around

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Verse 2

You turn forgiveness to currency,
Every look a transaction, every word a debt
I kept showing up, torn open,
Trading comfort for the hint of regret
Your body was a scripture I rewrote in the dark,
Ripping pages just to read what came next
You watched me bleed and called it devotion—
And I agreed, because pain is the only thing left

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Chorus

If love is a church, then I built one in ruins
Lit candles to wounds I refuse to close
You were never a god, just a perfect illusion—
And I worshipped you anyway, calling you the god I chose
No prayers left in me, just the echo of wanting
Sanctified hunger I couldn’t dispose
I damned myself gently, kept kissing the serpent
And named every scar after the god I chose

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Verse 3

You didn’t save me—you sharpened the fall
Taught me faith is a habit, and loss is a law
I stopped looking for light, found a home in the dark
Let your absence be holy, let your cruelty be art
My hope turned to ashes, my truth went to rust
Every sin in your shadow felt like something I could trust
You never looked back, you never closed the door
I waited for heaven but you gave me the floor

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Bridge

All that remains is the promise of ache
I drink from the ruin, I don’t try to escape
This isn’t forgiveness, it’s ritual and rot
A prayer with no ending, a devotion forgot

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Final Chorus

If love is a church, then I’m lost in the silence
Worshipped your absence, survived by the prose
No saints left to witness, no miracle violence
Just the truth I became for the god I chose
If heaven was waiting, it’s empty and closed
Because I burned every path for the god I chose

Static And Mirrors – Part 3 Kill The Signal

Verse 1
Don’t talk to me about dialogue—this ain’t a fucking TED Talk stage,
This is rage gone viral, teeth-first, clawing through the digital cage.
Truth ain’t just dead—it’s gutted, strung up like a warning sign,
And we dance beneath its corpse like it’s divine fucking design.
Every app’s a loaded weapon, every screen’s a baited trap,
We scroll through ruin like it’s breakfast, hearts gone hollow, spines gone snap.
You think you’re informed? You’re infected. You think you’re woke? You’re programmed meat.
This is mass psychosis packaged as enlightenment on repeat.

Verse 2
Your feed is fentanyl—micro-dosed just right to keep you dumb,
Addicted to that dopamine while the bastards beat the drum.
Truth ain’t inconvenient, it’s obsolete—it doesn’t trend,
It’s what gets buried under hashtags when it doesn’t serve the end.
There’s no debate, just gladiators, avatars with sharpened teeth,
Screaming slogans over bodies as the data rots beneath.
We fed the beast our empathy, our nuance, and our spine—
Now it shits out half-truth cannons while we chant “This side is mine.”

Chorus
Kill the signal, smash the towers,
Pull the plug and salt the ground.
Nothing sacred, nothing honest—
Just the echo of the drowned.
Truth is slaughtered on a livestream,
Framed in filters, fed to mobs,
While we pray to tech’s apostles
As they finish off the job.

Verse 3
I hope your algorithm chokes you, I hope your curated thoughts decay,
I hope the lies you shared like gospel eat your conscience clean away.
This ain’t dissent, it’s digital execution on demand,
Where the guillotine’s a trending topic, sharpened by a botnet’s hand.
The war is lost, we sold the peace, we auctioned off the flag and past,
Wrapped it in conspiracy, lit it up and watched it last.
And the only god we worship now is outrage on a screen,
Because the truth is far too quiet for this blood-soaked war machine.

Bridge
No more dinner table bullshit, no more “let’s agree to split,”
Your facts are forged, your calm’s a muzzle, and I’ve had enough of it.
This is the sound of silence murdered, this is reason set on fire,
This is what it looks like when the liars own the wire.

Outro
No epilogue, no moral center,
No soft grace to leave behind—
Just a world that let its conscience
Bleed to death inside the mind.
Static and mirrors,
Nothing left to understand—
Just the ashes of a signal
And a screen stuck in your hand.

Long Time Coming

Verse 1
We lit the match in Salem, buried daughters for a storm,
Hung the truth from crooked branches, swore the ghost was just the norm.
Built our churches on the bones, called the screams a sacred sound,
Left the haunted rooms wide open, let the devils gather round.
Evil wears our Sunday best now, hides in suburbs, grins in ties,
And the house still creaks with secrets every time the preacher lies.
We made monsters out of echoes, we made profits out of pain,
Now the shadows in the rafters whisper murder in our name.
We were always living in the shadows, playing host to every haunt,
Feeding myths instead of mercy, naming demons what we want.

Verse 2
Then we paved it, named it progress, bought a future off the shelf,
Told the homeless they were lazy, told the sick to help themselves.
Pulled the ladder up in silence, let the workers drown in debt,
While the suits rewrote the narrative and never broke a sweat.
Sold our privacy in pieces, trained the cops like gods of war,
Let the richest write the systems, then pretend we weren’t the whore.
We rebooted with corruption, called it freedom, called it smart,
But the firmware’s full of hatred and the code was broke from start.
This ain’t progress, it’s a glitch—just Reboot: Humanity with rot,
A new machine with rusted wires, and mercy long forgot.

Chorus
It’s been a long time coming,
This collapse in perfect tune—
From the gallows to the servers,
From the pulpit to the moon.
Every lie we left unspoken,
Every scream we paved in stone,
Was a warning carved in silence
That we chose to face alone.

Verse 3
Then the sky cracked like a mirror, and the four rode in with pride—
One brought plague, one brought fire, two just smiled as millions died.
We dressed wrath up like ambition, made lust a market share,
Called envy “motivation” and let gluttony eat the air.
Avarice became a virtue, sloth a trending mental state,
While the devil sat in Congress casting ballots made of hate.
We crowned fear and danced in ash, drank denial in red wine,
While the world split like a ribcage under prophecy and time.
It’s the End of the World, and we’re clapping—front row at the fall,
Posting memes while horsemen gallop, grinning dumb beneath it all.

Verse 4
We watched cities drown on TikTok, saw the fires from a drone,
Read the death toll on a sidebar while we scrolled our way alone.
Schoolkids bleeding into headlines, oceans choking on our sin,
We shrugged it off as weather while the flood crept further in.
Every promise broke in sequence—justice, shelter, breath, and trust,
Now the streets are filled with orphans who were born from all of us.
This ain’t tragedy—it’s blueprint, this ain’t storm—it’s what we built,
We set fire to the future and we wrapped it up in guilt.
In the ashes of our choices, every bone and brick remains—
Tombstones carved from modern failures, soaking up the acid rains.

Bridge
Now the screens show static prophets, selling dopamine as hope,
While the echoes chant predictions that we’re too dumb to decode.
“Just a glitch,” we told the children, “just a phase,” we told the earth,
But the ghosts are keeping score now, and they know exactly what we’re worth.
There’s no fix, no fucking patch note, no more gods behind the screen—
Just a countdown carved in ash and algorithms gone obscene.
It’s Static and Mirrors now, just noise and pretty lies—
Where the signal’s laced with poison and the truth wears thin disguise.

Outro
This is consequence, not chaos.
This is harvest, not surprise.
This is what we earned in silence
While we swallowed all the lies.
It’s been a long time coming,
This unraveling, this fall—
We didn’t trip—we jumped together,
And we laughed through it all.

Long Time Coming (Extended)

Ashes In You Mouth (Bonus)

Sirens

“This is the final broadcast. Breathe deep, hold someone, and let the silence take you gently. There’s nothing left to fear.”

Explosions

“This is the final broadcast. Breathe deep, hold someone, and let the silence take you gently. There’s nothing left to fear.”

Sirens

Verse 1

There’s glass in the street and the sky’s gone black
We fuck on the kitchen floor, windows blown out back
Sirens in the distance, walls shaking with doom
But you’re riding me slow, the end won’t come soon
We taste the world burning, grit in our teeth
I bury my tongue in you, you beg me not to leave
You scratch my chest bloody, you spit in my hair
If this is our last night, then let’s die unaware

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Chorus

Ashes in your mouth, my name on your tongue
We’re fucking in the ruins, we’re sucking air in our lungs
If the world ends tonight, let it end in your screams
Let the bombs rain down, let’s end it obscene
No heaven, no hell, just sweat and skin
When the fire rolls in, I’ll be deep within
If all we have left is this world burned out—
I want you gasping
Ashes in your mouth

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Verse 2

The sirens are closing, there’s blood in the hall
But you bite at my neck, you beg for it all
We come with the thunder, bodies covered in dust
I kiss every bruise, I choke while I thrust
We move like it’s ritual, like death’s at the door
I fuck you ‘til nothing, you cry out for more
When the windows shatter, you smile, I curse
You ride out the end—let’s see who comes first

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Chorus

Ashes in your mouth, my name on your tongue
We’re fucking in the ruins, we’re gasping for air in our lungs
If the world ends tonight, let it end in your screams
Let the bombs rain down while we fall apart at the seams,
No heaven, no hell, just sweat and skin
When the fire rolls in, I’ll be deep within
If all we have left is this world burned out—
I want you gasping
Ashes in your mouth

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Bridge

When the fire is done and the city is bone
I’ll taste you again, I’ll never be alone
If this is our grave, let’s bury regret
We’ll come one more time,
The world ain’t dead yet

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Chorus

Ashes in your mouth, my mark on your skin
I’ll fuck you through the endings, fuck ya through death, through the noise and the sirens
When the dust settles down, when it’s all burnt out—
You’ll remember me first,
Ashes in your mouth

Sirens

“This is the final broadcast. Breathe deep, hold someone, and let the silence take you gently. There’s nothing left to fear.”

hi. these lyrics are provided for reading. singing along is permitted but not recommended, especially in the car, especially in traffic. hi. — bob, Keeper of the Words (unconfirmed)