Chromesthesia.

Verse 1

The mirror blinks and I don't blink back

Your face is wrong, the seams are cracking

I carved my name into the static

But the static carved itself into me

Pre-Chorus

Count the teeth behind the smile

Count the wires under the skin

Something's breathing in the ceiling

Something's wearing what I was

Chorus

I'm the echo of a glitch that learned to scream

I'm the leftover light of a dying screen

Pull the plug, I still remain

In the space between the frames

Verse 2

You left the radio on at 3 a.m.

Now the stations talk in my voice again

They say "come closer, come closer"

But the closer I get, the further I go

Bridge – building tension

Hands on the glass

Hands through the glass

Drop

(Closer, closer, closer)

(Closer, closer, closer)

Cl-cl-closer

(Closer, closer)

Cl-cl-closer

(Closer, closer)

Verse 3

Something crawled out of the speaker cone

Wearing my face like a borrowed phone

It knows my birthday, it knows my teeth

It's doing push-ups underneath my sheets

The circus came and it never left

Three rings spinning in my chest

Step right up, the freaks are free

And the freakiest one is me

(Is me, is me, is me)

Pre-Chorus

Count the hands inside the clock

Count the mouths inside the wall

Something's chewing through the wires

Something's answering my call

Chorus

I'm the echo of a glitch that learned to scream

I'm the leftover light of a dying screen

Pull the plug, I still remain

In the space between the frames

(Frames, frames, frames)

Verse 4

The doctor said my spine's a wire

My heartbeat's just a rented choir

I bit the hand that fed me noise

Now every finger's got a voice

The popcorn's screaming in the bowl

There's something scratching at my soul

My shadow left a five-star review

And said the worst is coming true

Pre-Chorus

Count the clowns inside my ribs

Count the dots on my prescriptions

Something's tap-dancing on my tongue

Something's singing while I'm strung

Chorus

I'm the echo of a glitch that learned to scream

I'm the leftover light of a dying screen

Pull the plug, I still remain

In the space between the frames

(Frames, frames, frames)

Post-Chorus

Ha-ha-ha-ha

La-la-la-la

Ha-ha-ha-ha

(Closer, closer)

Ha-ha-ha-ha

La-la-la-la

(Closer, closer)

Cl-cl-closer

Breakdown - downtempo

Slower now, the walls lean in

My teeth are marching out my chin

Slo-o-o-w, the lamp won't blink

The sink is drinking from the sink

Slo-o-o-w, I hear my name

Spelled backwards in a picture frame

Tick, tick, the hour's wrong

The lullaby's a siren song

(Closer, closer, closer)