
[Verse]
Crushed shell static in the speaker cone,
Burned-out beats on a sunbleached phone.
Screamin’ through sand like a wrecked cassette,
Skippin’ on vibes I ain’t finished yet.
Skin’s gone red, brain’s gone loud,
Spittin’ heatwaves to a tourist crowd.
Broken flip-flop, crooked grin,
This is where the chaos begins.
[Chorus]
Salt in my speakers, signal’s fried,
Runnin’ on rhythm I can’t hide.
Distorted joy, no clean escape,
I dance with the static and melt the tape.
Salt in my speakers, buzz in my head,
Riding the bass ’til the daylight’s dead.
[Verse]
Buzzed-up pulse in a beachfront haze,
Voices echo like a dream that plays.
Rust in the wires, seafoam tone,
Tuned to a frequency all my own.
The beat don’t stop when the signal fails,
We surf on static and cracked details.
Body’s electric, soul half-sane,
Loopin’ in loops like salt-stung brain.
[Chorus]
Salt in my speakers, signal’s fried,
Runnin’ on rhythm I can’t hide.
Distorted joy, no clean escape,
I dance with the static and melt the tape.
Salt in my speakers, buzz in my head,
Riding the bass ’til the daylight’s dead.
[Bridge]
Fade it down — no words, just wind,
Speaker hums where the noise had been.
Skies turn silver, time gets slow,
And every grain of sand starts to glow.
Eyes half-closed, the chaos clears,
The silence rings like a song in tears.
[Verse]
Snap back in with the tide in swing,
Speaker’s fried but it’s still gonna sing.
Sun’s gone sideways, sky’s gone gold,
Every breath tastes brash and bold.
Dancin’ crooked in a wired trance,
Salt-stuck brain in a barefoot dance.
I lost the beat, then made it mine —
Half in the waves, all in the line.
[Final Chorus]
Salt in my speakers, signal’s fried,
Runnin’ on rhythm I can’t hide.
Distorted joy, no clean escape,
I dance with the static and melt the tape.
Salt in my speakers, buzz in my head,
Riding the bass ’til the daylight’s dead.
[Outro]
Salt in my speakers, salt in my soul,
Let the noise take hold, let the tide take control.
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