Push Against the Void
Moody retro-futurist anthem in the style of electric 80s, featuring arpeggiated synths, tom-heavy drum machines, chorus guitar, cinematic strings, and deep bass. Lyrics evoke a terrifying dream, black space, urgency, and collective mental power.
Lyrics
[Verse]
The ceiling dissolved into a liquid chrome veil
I am suspended where the gravity starts to fail
Cold tides of nothingness pulling at my spine
Tracing the blueprint of a broken design
My pulse is a hammer on a copper floor
Locked in a hallway without a single door
The shadow is breathing and it knows my name
A flickering ghost in a burnt-out frame
[Pre-Chorus]
The countdown is etched on the back of my eyes
The void is a mouth that swallows the skies
Tearing through the fabric of the silent deep
We are losing the war in the middle of sleep
[Chorus]
Awake in the center of the total eclipse
The salt of the universe dry on my lips
Forge a new fortress from the sparks in the mind
Leave the decaying dimension behind
Gather the lightning from a thousand souls
One single current as the thunder rolls
We are the anchor in the hollow dark
Igniting the terror with a psychic spark
[Verse]
The gears of the future are grinding to rust
Ancient cathedrals collapsing to dust
I see your face in the static and glare
Reaching for oxygen that isn't there
The drum machine beats like a frantic heart
Tearing the velvet horizon apart
Steel and velvet colliding in waves
Walking on top of our own shallow graves
[Pre-Chorus]
The countdown is etched on the back of my eyes
The void is a mouth that swallows the skies
Tearing through the fabric of the silent deep
We are losing the war in the middle of sleep
[Chorus]
Awake in the center of the total eclipse
The salt of the universe dry on my lips
Forge a new fortress from the sparks in the mind
Leave the decaying dimension behind
Gather the lightning from a thousand souls
One single current as the thunder rolls
We are the anchor in the hollow dark
Igniting the terror with a psychic spark
[Chorus]
Awake in the center of the total eclipse
The salt of the universe dry on my lips
Forge a new fortress from the sparks in the mind
Leave the decaying dimension behind
Gather the lightning from a thousand souls
One single current as the thunder rolls
We are the anchor in the hollow dark
Igniting the terror with a psychic spark