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🎧 “Dead Signal” – FAKE Golden Hits
A lost transmission from the edge of modern loneliness. “Dead Signal” is an original track by FAKE Golden Hits written in homage to the angular, urgent spirit of the seminal debut, Silent Alarm from Bloc Party . With brittle guitars, pulsing basslines, and haunted vocals, this song captures the tension of disconnection in the digital age—ghosts in the machine, lost calls, and emotional static.

From the late-night solitude of a desolate train platform to the flickering glow of a dying screen, “Dead Signal” channels a mood of urban isolation and unresolved yearning. It’s a track for sleepless cities, broken signals, and memories that glitch in your mind.

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'DEAD SIGNAL (LYRICS)
[Verse 1]
Streetlights flicker like a faulty feed,
Your name repeats in a static bleed.
I called, but only silence spoke—
A ghost in glass, a voice gone rogue.

Headphones scream, but I can’t hear,
Your breath was once my atmosphere.
Now every channel lies the same—
White noise dressed up in your name.

[Pre-Chorus]
I saw your face in the CCTV,
Flickering like you’re haunting me.
But no one’s real when the wires hum,
And I don’t know what we’ve become.

[Chorus]
Dead signal, nothing on the line—
Are you lost, or did we just run out of time?
Cut me loose, or tune me in,
I can’t tell where you end or I begin.

[Verse 2]
Flick-knife thoughts in a basement room,
The future’s dressed in plastic gloom.
We whispered truths in the bathroom stalls,
Now even echoes won’t take my calls.

You said the world was cracked and thin,
Like glass we’re born to shatter in.
I held your hand like a live grenade—
Pulled the pin and walked away.

[Chorus]
Dead signal, nothing on the line—
Are you lost, or did we just run out of time?
Cut me loose, or tune me in,
I can’t tell where you end or I begin.

[Bridge]
This isn’t fear, it’s just routine,
Waiting out the space between.
You were a flash behind my eyes—
A scream trapped in a lullaby.

[Outro]
So I speak in code, and pray you hear,
Through the fractured days, the humming fear.
A dead signal, but I still try—
To find you in the sky.

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