Phantom Limbs from Anagram by Harutosu

Woke up in static, the sky was a wire
Hands made of smoke, dragging me higher
Dreams stitched in velvet, stitched too tight
Breathing in signals instead of the night
My pulse is a glitch in a looping refrain
Maps drawn in ink that dissolves in rain
I’m talking to ghosts through a flickering screen
Each word a riddle I’ve already seen

I'm stitched to the wind, coming undone
A satellite orbiting no one
Torn from the shape I used to be
Phantom limbs reaching endlessly

The clocks are afraid to move anymore
Time leaks out from under the door
I taste the rust of forgotten days
Follow footprints that vanish in haze
Echoes wear masks, and call out my name
But every reply sounds exactly the same
Gravity sleeps when I try to stand
I'm sinking in floors that feel like sand

I'm stitched to the wind, coming undone
A satellite orbiting no one
Torn from the shape I used to be
Phantom limbs reaching endlessly

I'm stitched to the wind, coming undone
A satellite orbiting no one
Torn from the shape I used to be
Phantom limbs reaching endlessly

• Electronic
• Experimental
• IDM
• ambient
• dark electro
• London