Verse 1
Fade
away
to
the
static
hum
Tomorrow
waits,
but
today
has
come.
Verse 1
Red
dust
falls
on
the
window
pane
We
count
the
ticks
of
the
clock
again
Copper
skies
in
a
quiet
room
Waiting
here
for
the
flowers
to
bloom
Chorus
Oh,
the
digital
wind
blows
cold
and
sweet
We
find
our
ghosts
in
an
empty
street
Turn
the
dial
to
a
different
sound
Lift
our
feet
off
the
heavy
ground
Verse 2
Silver
wires
in
the
wooden
floor
Shadows
knock
on
a
painted
door
Morning
light
in
a
plastic
cup
Drink
it
down
and
we
look
right
up
Bridge
Being
the
outsider
teaches
you
self
reliance
faster
than
anything
else
ever
could.
You
learn
early
that
fitting
in
is
overrated
when
fitting
in
means
staying
small.
While
others
repeat
patterns,
you
question
them.
While
others
complain,
you
work.
You
carry
pressure
most
people
will
never
understand
because
you
see
what
needs
to
change.
There
is
no
safety
net,
no
shortcuts,
and
no
backup
plan.
That
weight
forges
discipline,
resilience,
and
vision.
You
are
not
driven
by
approval.
You
are
driven
by
responsibility.
One
day
your
sacrifices
will
become
the
proof
that
cycles
can
be
broken.
Outro
Fade
away
to
the
static
hum
Tomorrow
waits,
but
today
has
come.