Into The Static - Imaad Wasif

In the shade of the cathedral

In the trance you were in

A strange girl waves you in to the black corridor

In a field of withered flowers

The perfume, the unknown

Hardly ever talk, take a silent walk

In the (?)

Into the static

When the white electric shock

Is going through me

I take the living hand to the slab

Image flashing on and off

The skull on the silver screen

The negative attraction

Where we meet in the whirl

forced-

Into the static

(into the static)

Into the static

(into the static)