Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chris-P
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Pipe
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Christopher Pipe
Produzent:in
Lyrics
There’s static in my head, I can’t tune out
It’s screaming through the wires, and I’m burning out
Woke up to the same alarm, heart racing in a war I can't see
A hundred voices in my mind, none of them sound like me
Scrolling through a shattered feed, the colors blur to grey
I try to breathe, but silence never stays
Each thought’s a scream with a different name
Every second loops back, it's all the same
There’s static in my head, I can’t tune out
It’s screaming through the wires, and I’m burning out
White noise on repeat, I can’t break free
If peace is a station, it’s not broadcasting to me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
It’s not broadcasting to me
I keep spinning in debris
Mirror's cracked but still reflects the doubts I try to drown
Every step I take feels like a glitch inside this town
Coffee's cold and so am I, my smile’s on auto-play
Can’t tell if I’m surviving or just fading away
I try to scream but I’ve lost my sound
It echoes back, then it pulls me down
There’s static in my head, I can’t tune out
It’s screaming through the wires, and I’m burning out
White noise on repeat, I can’t break free
If peace is a station, it’s not broadcasting to me
(Signal’s dead...)
All this chaos over me
Like I’m lost inside TV
(Shhh...)
Can’t sleep, can’t stop
These circuits never drop
My mind’s a haunted loft
And I’m stuck on the rooftop
[Build into Scream]
I WANNA TURN IT OFF—
I laugh but it feels like theft, like joy I never earned
Every word I speak is borrowed, every memory's burned
I touch the world but it feels like glass—
Close enough to break, too far to grasp
I’m pacing holes into the floor
But every step just brings me more
There’s static in my head, I can’t tune out
It’s screaming through the wires, and I’m burning out
White noise on repeat, I can’t break free
If peace is a station, it’s not broadcasting to me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
Signal’s gone, just let me be
This frequency’s killing me
(Take it back... take it back...)
I just want a second of quiet
Turn it off before I riot
(Rewind the reel, erase the feel)
There’s static in my head, I can’t tune out
It’s screaming through the wires, and I’m burning out
White noise on repeat, I can’t break free
If peace is a station, it’s not broadcasting to me
(Not broadcasting...)
It’s not broadcasting to me
Let me go, let me breathe
Written by: Christopher Pipe