The Static Video (MV)

Words are stripped of their intended meaning
Thin whispers of what I've been screaming
As the words words leave me they are weary and dry
They become a lie
Sequestered I'm invested in possessing understanding
It's depressing how I lessen with attempts at interacting
I've been saying that I'm praying to try and start again
But it can't be done with all the static inside my head
Still transmitting
Still not receiving
Still I am hearing
The sound of static

I'm not here
Just too tired to go on
To tend this flame alone
Alone
I'm not here
As I stare off in the distance
I feel I disappear
I disappear

They've written a book about me
But crossed out my name
They've painted a portrait of me
It's just a single stain
And the smiles that others are flaunting
They remain ever hurtful ever so haunting
Ever hurtful ever so haunting
Still transmitting
Still not receiving
Still I am hearing
The sound of static

I'm not here
Just too tired to go on
To tend this flame alone
Alone
I'm not here
As I stare off in the distance
I feel I disappear
I disappear

I'm not really here
I disappear
Falling out of orbit
One final gambit
Cut the anchor
And set me adrift
I'm not really here
I disappear
I disappear

Just too tired to go on
To tend this flame alone
I feel I disappear