Electromanuelle: Not Alive

Salt in my throat, engines gone silent Wood split open, sky like a siren We crawl from foam with fire in our lungs Counting the living, naming the none Feet cut raw on coral like glass Sun burns numbers into our backs Maps are gone, just breath and bone We stitch our names from a broken tone Palm leaves shake like coded warnings Eyes in the brush, too many forming Small hands, sharp, with needle teeth They circle tight, they never sleep Don’t blink, don’t turn, they read your fear Hear the click-click drawing near Hold me close, don’t let me drift We trade our breath just to exist Run, run, run through the burning sand Tiny jaws snap at a shaking hand Scream it loud, let the jungle hear We are alive, we are still here (ah!) Run, run, run, let the pulse ignite Teeth like sparks in the falling night Kiss the edge where the dark appears We are alive, we are still here (ah!) They move in packs, a rusted tide Laughing in clicks as they collide Climb our shadows, steal our heat Paint the shore with frantic feet I taste the metal under my tongue You shout my name like a loaded gun We swing the driftwood, sparks and screams Survival cuts through fever dreams No stars above, just a choking sky Hear their rhythm multiply Hold me fierce, don’t let me slip Your voice a blade against the grip Run, run, run through the burning sand Tiny jaws snap at a shaking hand Scream it loud, let the jungle hear We are alive, we are still here (ah!) Run, run, run, let the pulse ignite Teeth like sparks in the falling night Kiss the edge where the dark appears We are alive, we are still here (ah!) (Ah—ah—ah) don’t let go (Ah—ah—ah) feel it grow Heat in the chest, a violent wave We take the night or dig our grave Run, run, run till the island shakes Every breath is a risk we take Scream it raw till the air turns clear We are alive, we are still here (ah!) Run, run, run, let the bodies collide Razor small but we won’t divide Kiss the edge, no room for fear We are alive, we are still here (ah!) Footprints fade, but the pulse remains We carve our names in the screaming rain