Echoes in the Static

There's a hum behind the daylight, a whisper in the wires. Something moves beneath

the concrete, feeds on quiet, feeds on fire. I've been tracing all the fault

lines running under every town. But every map I find is folded just enough

to keep me out. And I don't need the truth dressed up.

Just give me shadows that don't lie. I hear a signal in the

static. Feel the tremor in the ground. There's a hand behind the curtain

that keeps pulling cables down. I'm not chasing someone's monster. Oh.

I'm just trying to see the lights. See the lights. If there's nothing