A static conscience, my fever dream
Your omnipresent bride-to-be
In descent to darkness, descend to me
Yearn for analog debris, come on
Open your arms to a digital tomb
Television lines will heal our wounds
Dream only of yesterday
Palpitate another way today
Whisked upon these silver screens
A phantom link decays unseen
Spectral psalms whisper my name
Dance with me beyond your grave, come on
Open your arms to a digital tomb
Television lines will heal our wounds
Dream only of passing days
Resuscitate another way too late
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The Prople - Brittany Lyrics
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A static conscience, my fever dream
Your omnipresent bride-to-be
In descent to darkness, descend to me
Yearn for analog debris, come on
Open your arms to a digital tomb
Television lines will heal our wounds
Dream only of yesterday
Palpitate another way today
Whisked upon these silver screens
A phantom link decays unseen
Spectral psalms whisper my name
Dance with me beyond your grave, come on
Open your arms to a digital tomb
Television lines will heal our wounds
Dream only of passing days
Resuscitate another way too late
Your omnipresent bride-to-be
In descent to darkness, descend to me
Yearn for analog debris, come on
Open your arms to a digital tomb
Television lines will heal our wounds
Dream only of yesterday
Palpitate another way today
Whisked upon these silver screens
A phantom link decays unseen
Spectral psalms whisper my name
Dance with me beyond your grave, come on
Open your arms to a digital tomb
Television lines will heal our wounds
Dream only of passing days
Resuscitate another way too late
Writer: Markky Karloff
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid