Frequencies hum through the hollow streets,

A ghostly signal, stitched in the beats.

Numbers flicker on a broken screen,

Is this a memory, or just a machine?

Tuned in, locked out, voices bend,

Past and future start to blend.

Stories shifting, lines erased,

Who was I before this place?

Lost in the static, drowning in sound,

Echoes of me keep spinning around.

Every transmission rewrites my name,

But I can’t tell—was I ever the same?

Dial spins back to a time I don’t know,

A city in neon, a shadow below.

The radio whispers in tongues I don’t trust,

Feeding me versions that crumble to dust.

Tuned in, locked out, voices bend,

Past and future start to blend.

Stories shifting, lines erased,

Who was I before this place?

Lost in the static, drowning in sound,

Echoes of me keep spinning around.

Every transmission rewrites my name,

But I can’t tell—was I ever the same?

White noise prophets preach in delay,

Mixing my memories, warping the waves.

Caught in the loop, can’t switch the lane,

History glitches—who runs the game?

Lost in the static, drowning in sound,

Echoes of me keep spinning around.

Every transmission rewrites my name,

But I can’t tell—was I ever the same?

Void Avenue, where the lost retune,

Fading out beneath the blue-lit moon.

One last station, one last breath—

Signal drops, and so does the rest.