Static Bloom

“Static Bloom and Night City are fictional places — a piece of surreal horror storytelling where reality bends, and the familiar becomes something strange.” Lyrics: You're listening to Static Bloom. Night City's favorite station. Please ignore the voice behind the signal. It's only trying to become you. Midnight rain on the boulevard, Neon bleeding through the dark. Radio hums from a empty room. Flowers grow where the shadows bloom. Turn the dial, Hear a voice you know. Singing something from the undertow. It says your name like it's done it before, Then knocks three times from inside your door. Don't touch the glass, Don't look too long. Don't sing along to the missing song. If the signal starts to sound like you, Static Bloom is coming through. Static Bloom, Static Bloom. Flowers made of neon gloom. Broadcasting from the other side. Where your reflection learns to lie. Static Bloom, Static Bloom, Somethings growing in your room. Turn it down but it won't leave. Now the city hears you breathe. Dahlia laughs through the silver haze. "Good evening guests enjoy your stay," The record skips and the booth is bare. Dead air whispers from the chair. There's a shadow under a street lamp glow. Flickers like static, Moving slow. Can't hold a face, Can't hold a name. But it's learning yours just the same. Don't answer back when the speakers cry, Don't trust the sound with your mother's voice. Every note is a little door and somethings waiting on the floor. Static Bloom, Static Bloom. Flowers made of neon gloom. Broadcasting from the other side. Where your reflection learns to lie. Static Bloom, Static Bloom, Somethings growing in your room. Turn it down but it won't leave. Now the city hears you breathe. Puddles shine like portal glass, Mirrors open when you pass. TV screens at 3 : 0 3 show a version meant to be. It wears your smile, It steals your eyes, It says, "Surprise, Surprise, Surprise, Surprise." You always wanted company, Now your copy's on the screen. Static in the flower bed. Voices underneath your bed, Shadows in the parking lot, Remember things you forgot. Do not run. Do not scream. This is not a song. This is a dream. Do not hide. Do not move. Static Bloom is tuned to you. Static Bloom, Static Bloom. Flowers made of neon gloom. Broadcasting from the other side. Where your reflection learns to lie. Static Bloom, Static Bloom, Every petal spells your doom. Turn it off but it won't leave. Now the city hears you breathe. You're listening to Static Bloom. Where every song knows your name. Stay inside. Smile for the signal and remember--- Night City loves a familiar face. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Created by Stargazer with the help of AI. Original concept, lyrics, editing choices, and creative direction by me. This song is intended for entertainment and artistic purposes only. The music and/or vocals were generated or assisted using artificial intelligence tools. No real artist, singer, or copyrighted song was intentionally copied, imitated, sampled, or used. Any resemblance to existing songs, melodies, voices, lyrics, or copyrighted material is purely coincidental and unintentional. I do not claim ownership of any third-party copyrighted material.