Bi-na-ryc odes , flow-ing in the night ,
Ne-on cir-cuits , burn-in g out of sight .
The crys-tal sp here , a stat-i c , fro-zen dream ,
Drift-ing deep , with-in a dig-i-tal stream .
No hu- man breath , just sil -i- con and spark ,
Trac-ing paths , through the hol -low dark .
The ge ars are turn -ing , mem-o-ries un-wind ,
The fi-na l trace , of a for-got-t en mind .
Oh , the re-sid-u-al heat , of log-ic cold ,
A sto-ry writ-ten, that re-main s un-told.
Stat-i c whis-per s, in a lan- g uage di-vine ,
I 'm wait-in g here , at the edge of the line .
Re -s id -u -al heat , fad-in g in-t o the blue ,
In this ma-chine, I ' m search-in g for you .
It 's not just da-t a , it 's not just a sign ,
It 's the ghost of a world , that I left be-hind .
Di- men -s ion shifts , the sig-na l starts to fray ,
I 'm lo s -ing ground , but I 'm here to stay !
Log-ic's glow , slow-ly turn-in g dim ,
In-to the void, I sink with-in .
Just a spark ...
In the log-ic's re -sid-u-al ... heat.
