No Signal

Your voice, a fracture in the film It stutters through to a blur to fill A shape that bent but never broke Just static dressed in borrowed smoke I stayed too long inside that frame Mistook the noise for something sane But even glass begins to bend When pressed too hard by what pretends No signal left underneath the hull No heat behind the coal-fired drum You call it love, I call it death And I don't owe what's not a threat You were silenced like a crown Spoken glances pulled me down But I outgrew your quiet war Frowned peace you never looked for I held my breath beneath the flood Tore my bones from ash and mud You thought I'd seen, but I found sure You won't haunt me anymore No signal left underneath the hull No heat behind the coal-fired drum You call it love, I call it death And I don't owe what's not a threat Left underneath the hull No heat behind the coal-fired drum You call it love, I call it death And I don't owe what's not a threat