Ghost Station Video (MV)

We are the lost, we are the noise
Screaming through the static
We are the lost, we are the noise
Screaming through the static

Flickering lights on the underground trade
Static whispers calling my name
Echoes of rebels lost in the wires
Radio ghosts and electric desires

Neon veins running under the streets
Hollow voices trapped in repeat
Signals break through the cracks of time
Fading out but still alive

Missing letters on a shattered screen
They cut the wires but they can't delete
We are the feedback, the underground screams
Trapped in the waves of a dead machine

Low signal burning in the static
One last song before we fade to black
Turn the dial, find me in the madness
They shut us down but we're coming back

Graffiti scars on the city's skin
Revolution buried in the din
Fingers trace the ghosts of town
Playing loud but we all drown

Steps rewind, voices erase
Lost transmissions left displaced
Frequencies cut into my bones
We are the echoes they can't control

Vivid lips still allow
Lipstick letters on a shattered screen
They cut the wires but they can't delete
We are the feedback, the underground screams

Trapped in the waves of a dead machine
Low signal burning in the static
One last song before we fade to black
Turn the dial, find me in the madness

They shut us down but we're coming back
We are the lost, we are the found
Transmit our hearts through broken sound
Dead frequencies never die

One last screaming for goodbye
Low signal burning in the static
One last song before we fade to black
Turn the dial, find me in the madness

They shut us down but we're coming back
We're coming back, we're coming back
We're coming back, we're coming back