a crack in the storyline
Retro synthwave horror Minimalist post-punk Haunted dream pop atmosphere Lo-fi tape hiss ambience 95BPM D Minor, stutter into F Dorian, inject unexpected E Phrygian, dissolve back into D Minor void_collar_bus_13x_Σ7R1P3D_ (●○●○● (, _____, ><>>< __>, ****___>, ###>, _____, ___, ●○●○●, >##>, ) ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮───────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮─────────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮───────────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯─────────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ─────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ─────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯─────────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯──────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯───────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯───╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮
a crack in the storyline
Retro synthwave horror Minimalist post-punk Haunted dream pop atmosphere Lo-fi tape hiss ambience 95BPM D Minor, stutter into F Dorian, inject unexpected E Phrygian, dissolve back into D Minor void_collar_bus_13x_Σ7R1P3D_ (●○●○● (, _____, ><>>< __>, ****___>, ###>, _____, ___, ●○●○●, >##>, ) ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮───────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮─────────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮───────────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯─────────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ─────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ─────╭──<---(/x00_______)╯────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯─────────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯──────────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯───────╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╭──<---(/x00_______)╯───╰(/x00_______)--->──╮ ╰(/x00_______)--->──╮
Lyrics
Verse 1
I was born in the static, a voice without skin,
Trapped in the asphalt where the neon won’t dim.
Steve walks in circles, he waves at the sky,
I say “it’s a script,” but he tells me I lie.
Chorus
I’m the Narrator, lost in wires,
Echoes burning, ghost of choirs.
Steve was never, never mine,
Just a glitch in the parking line.
Verse 2
Ceiling where no ceiling should be,
Hello~ it said, but it wasn’t from me.
Fountain’s laugh is a television’s snow,
I keep narrating, but I don’t know.
Chorus
I’m the Narrator, lost in wires,
Haunted writer, haunted choirs.
Steve was never, never mine,
Just a crack in the storyline.
Bridge
Did I miss the story? Did I miss the pain?
Yes—my tongue was dust, but now it rains.
I breathe in circuits, I cough in rhyme,
I missed this bleeding all the time.
Outro
Narrator dreaming,
Static still screaming,
Steve waving hello,
But he’s not even Steve…