Static Gallery

[Intro]
[Verse]
Flashlight beam cuts the oil
Clicking heels on the floor
Linoleum and silent soil
Lock the heavy iron door
The dryer hums a low G-flat
In the basement of my mind
Where the shadows grow fat
And the light stays behind
[Build-up]
(Whisper) Do you hear the canvas?
(Snarl) It’s hungry for the air
The frames are feeling restless
In the darkness, if you dare
[Section]
The Rothko starts to pant
Deep crimson heaving breath
A velvet, silent chant
Defying canvas death
I touch the cooling bronze
It whispers someone’s shame
A thousand bitter dawns
Without a single name
[Drop]
(Glitchy modular synth stutter)
(Distorted string quartet snippet)
(Laundromat spin cycle sample)
[Verse]
My knees are turning white
Like the marble of the plinth
I’m losing all my height
In this geometric labyrinth
The prepared piano clicks
A rhythm for my bones
Mixing clay and mortar bricks
With the statues' quiet moans
[Section]
(Coloratura trill) Ah-ah-ah-ah
A visitor’s regret
Is caught within the mesh
I haven’t seen the sun yet
I’m losing all my flesh
My badge is now a leaf
Of gold and ancient dust
A monument to brief
Moments of broken trust
[Bridge]
(Operatic Choral Layers)
Sanctus, Sanctus, Canvas
We are the art
We are the heart
Of the void
Everything we destroyed
Is curated and framed
Everything we once named
Is now just a texture
A ghost in the architecture
[Breakdown]
(Tempo shifts to 152 BPM)
Spinning like a dryer
Burning like a wire
I am the exhibit now
I don’t remember how
To speak or to walk
To listen or to talk
[Section]
My eyes are drying glass
Fixed upon the wall
I watch the shadows pass
I am the grandest of all
The guard has disappeared
Into the pigment and the glue
Exactly what I feared
Is finally coming true
[Instrumental]
(Distorted strings crescendo)
(Modular synth chaos)
[Section]
(Guttural snarl) Look at me
(Breathy whisper) Don’t look away
(Coloratura) I am the gray
I am the oil
I am the soil
I am the art
[Outro]