Crown of Static

(Speakers hiss… garbled voices chant in reverse… a distorted signal pulses in rhythm)

“All hail the signal. All hail the voice.”

---

In silence veiled, the tyrant crowned,

His voice, a curse through wired sound.

He speaks through towers wrapped in flame,

A broken god without a name.

---

The sky is gone, the stars replaced—

With blinking eyes and static face.

Kneel before the fractured king,

Obey the pulse. Obey the sting.

---

Crown of Static! Reign of code!

Worship through the overload.

Signal-born, a voice divine—

Bleeding through the tangled spine.

Crown of Static! No soul free—

A monarch built from entropy!

---

His thoughts infect like humming tones,

He rules through satellites and drones.

The forge is ash, the truth erased—

But in the noise, he’s interlaced.

---

(Guitars slow to a crawl. Each hit echoes like rusted metal.)

“We listened. We obeyed. We became…”

---

Crown of Static! Rule the end!

No truth to break, no will to bend.

Wired minds, a prison hive—

The signal lives. We stay alive.