Mindstate74

The night was stitched with broken wires
a hum beneath the city's breath
we tuned our hearts to dying signals
like fugitives from silence and flesh

A hiss of ghosts along the dial
a glitch of worlds that never slept
and somewhere past the fading stations
a lonely pulse the darkness kept

Static prayers
rising through the voltage of our fears
calling out through interference
to the ones who learned to hear
Static prayers
whispered in the glow of failing air
a ritual in frequencies
that carried us somewhere

The cables shook, the shadows trembled
the amplifiers bled with light
and then his voice cut through the chaos
a quiet spark against the night

Ecki Stieg, the hidden beacon
a lighthouse made of whispered waves
his Grenzwellen carved a corridor
through every soul the static saved

Static prayers
rising through the voltage of our fears
calling out through interference
to the ones who learned to hear
Static prayers
whispered in the glow of failing air
a ritual in frequencies
that carried us somewhere

We held our breath as noise turned holy
feedback bending into hymns
each crackle like a revelation
that let the dark world breathe again

Static prayers
echoing through circuits burning thin
we followed every trembling signal
to the places we begin
Static prayers
etched in all the nights we burned
we learned our names in radio snow
and never quite returned