The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Agent Steel Nothing Left
Cold sweat in nightmares The desolate one. Deceived by betrayers Alone in a crystal ball, All hopes are shattered dreams Through the lens of a neon screen, The hourglass is sifting Terminal from the final incision, SEND SIGNALS to Space BURNED BRIDGES too late The loner is rising Beware... I've Nothing Left Nothing left... A silhouette of disfigured Transparent hypocrisies A cry through sullen walls I laugh with despise Running through the corridor I've opened the door The hourglass is sifting Trying to heal from the final SEND SIGNALS to Space BURNED BRIDGES too late The loner is rising Beware... I've Nothing Left Nothing left... SEND SIGNALS to Space BURNED BRIDGES too late The loner is rising Beware... I've Nothing Left Nothing left... My lips are cracked from the heat In the desert of pain, The sandstorm cracks my feet Getting over the storm, The crystal balls' open highway Has opened the door. In my climb I'm like a mirror Your reflection shatters on you Nothing Left...
