[Intro]
Dark edges whisper, the screen stays still
A whisper in the wood, a tremble in the thrill
[Verse 1]
Silence hums under gloss and glass, a table carved in night
From the corners, tiny shapes creep, phosphor in their eyes so white
Crawling lines of shadow life, ants march in a blackened throng
Beetles click like frozen clocks, as if the dawn went wrong
[Pre-Chorus]
Something stirs where the light should rest, a breach along the frame
A heartbeat taps through silicon, and suddenly the world looks tame
[Chorus]
Out of the edge, the figures rise, from silver skin to fear
Whispers bloom where the dark becomes, an echo drawing near
Hold your breath against the eyes that glare—do not blink or flee
The phone is a gate to a waking night, and night has learned your name
[Verse 2]
Ink-dark shadows dance along the grain, a forest on a screen
Creeping little monsters with buzzing wings, collapsing all that's clean
The table wears a crown of fear, a throne made from the unknown
A chorus of the unseen hums, as the daylight walks alone
[Pre-Chorus]
Chasing light with something sly, the edges peel away
The ants compose a brittle march, and daylight folds to gray
[Chorus]
Out of the edge, the figures rise, from silver skin to fear
Whispers bloom where the dark becomes, an echo drawing near
Hold your breath against the eyes that glare—do not blink or flee
The phone is a gate to a waking night, and night has learned your name
[Bridge]
If you listen close, the wood will tell you lies and truths entwine
A catalog of tiny breath and bite, a midnight design
[Chorus]
Out of the edge, the figures rise, from silver skin to fear
Whispers bloom where the dark becomes, an echo drawing near
Hold your breath against the eyes that glare—do not blink or flee
The phone is a gate to a waking night, and night has learned your name
[Outro]
Shadows fade as dawn draws near, the table settles back in light
But the monsters keep a memory, a whisper of the long dark night
