The Seer Threw Her Cards Away
The cards fall away. Now she reads the board instead.
Static Between the Numbers
There’s a name inside the noise. Tonight the coordinates spell my own address.
Glass House
The glass knows my name. Tonight, one hour belongs to me.
Puppet Strings
Look up. Who’s holding the strings?
Dead Streaming
An empty arena. A sold-out show.
Alive on the Dead Internet
A song for the humans still here.
