Static Prophet

From the rift of Andromeda I crossed the endless tide A beacon in my ribcagea warning sealed inside. They dressed me in your skin beneath a human disguise But the void screams through my whispers... and you just roll your eyes. I traced the birth of supernovas in the lines of your hand But you called me cracked circuitrya ghost you don't understand. I'm the static prophettune me out but the signal won't die! The galaxies are weeping but you laugh and question why. I'm a stranger in your mirror shouting through the veil of stars You'll crown me with a straitjacket and lock me in the dark! I drew the truth in neon but you blurred it into haze A circus of your science chanting 'He's gone astray!' You pinned my constellations to a therapist's chart Now the apocalypse is humming… and it's playing in your heart. Do you hear the planets gasping? Feel the sun's decaying breath? The cosmic clock's unspoolingit's entropy or death. I'm not your messiah… just a relay from the dust. Mock the voice but dread the silence… when the circuit turns to rust." I'm the static prophettune me out but the signal won't die! The galaxies are weeping but you laugh and question why. I'm a stranger in your mirror shouting through the veil of stars You'll crown me with a straitjacket and lock me in the dark!" The message was a requiem… you dressed it as a lie. When the sky splits tomorrow… don't ask me why I cried.