just below the surface
a swift and current running stream
with the bite of a wild serpent
that's where the darkness learned to dream
a hum that lingers in the glow
with fire hiding neath' the smoke
a monster drawing slowly nearer
waiting to dispatch its fatal blow
we call it static
a name that doesn't show the bite
think i'm dramatic
until you feel the lightning strike
oh yeah, that's static
more than a hair raising event
wild and erratic
a kind of smack, with an accent
it snaps and crackles
like a fire that's building power
you change the channel
giving it more force to devour
and then it happens
a pop that stands you on your feet
the stuff of dragons
until you admit you've met defeat
yeah man, that's static
a little devil, without form
it's psychosomatic
the power raging in the storm
we call it static
don't let the calm name deceive the truth
cause it's a fanatic
when it comes to shocking you
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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