I wear a dress sewn from dead star threads,
Bruise-colored skies hang heavy overhead.
Every step I take hums with regret,
But the Engine calls me—it won't let me forget.
Threads pull tight, they weave my fate,
A shadow stitched to a hollow state.
Static Bride, no veil can hide:
Oh-oh, I'm the Static Bride,
Dancing in the hum that never dies.
Mulberry light up my eyes,
Bound to the Engine beneath the skies.
Oh-oh, Static Bride…
Forever tied to the Fractured Frequency inside.
In mirrors, I see her—another me,
Not a curse but a guide I couldn't see.
She's been calling through static and broken screens,
Teaching me to wear what the Engine means.
Threads pull tight, they weave my fate,
A shadow stitched to a hollow state.
Static Bride, no veil can hide:
Oh-oh, I'm the Static Bride,
Dancing in the hum that never dies.
Mulberry light up my eyes,
Bound to the Engine beneath the skies.
Oh-oh, Static Bride…
Forever tied to the Fractured Frequency inside.
Rewind, resist, but the truth stays clear—
The crown was always mine to wear.
What I thought would break me,
taught me how To stop the running, accept it now.
I wear a dress sewn from dead star threads,
But now I know why the cosmos bled.
Every step I take hums with purpose set—
The Engine called, and I answered yet.