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Ian Bryan-Sterba
Ian Bryan-Sterba
Songwriter
Conner Morgan
Conner Morgan
Songwriter
Narain Vedartham
Narain Vedartham
Songwriter

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Static down spines
Like a lightning rod
Stimulating your head
With a simple nod
Stimulation
Tingling at leisure
Screens a drug
To a new true pleasure
Frisson
Bombs fathom
Goosebumps are spreading
Amplified spasms
Quantum connections
Phantoms that control
Euphoric feelings
Come as you now scroll
This overloading seizure
Stems from your own doubts and fears
The Meridian trigger
Is lit by your two ears
Autonomous audiation
Lights the fuse
Like cannon fodder
We will hit the snooze
Breaking into sweats
Over the anxious
Diving into bed
We crawl in sanction
Frisson
Sets our mind alight
Getting a good rest
Won't come at night
Only when we bite
The dust
We choke
On rust and smoke
Keep near
My friend
Tremors are
Sent
Up now
To you
Guiding
The few
To no
Ones land
Come with me
Come and hold my
Hand is taut
Wrapped in films
We forgot
We were still
Waiting all alone
Dread stumbles closer
In my mind
We are all posers
Sat up at night
Waiting for revival
It's not meant to be
We claim survival
Frisson
Sets our mind alight
Getting a good rest
Won't come at night
Only when we bite
The dust
We choke
On rusted spokes
Keep near
My friend
Tremors are
Sent
Up now
To you
Guiding
The few
To no
Ones land
Come with me
Come and take my
Hand is taut
Wrapped in films
We forgot
We were still
Written by: Conner Morgan, Ian Bryan-Sterba, Narain Vedartham
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