Patterns In The Static

This is where is started.
We could be alive.
Find yourself and lose it all in indiscretion.
I'm an easy target.
You're a steady hand.
Lock and load
Aim and fire
And I've been ghosted.
Disregard this message.
Sign and seal this fate.
Toss this bottle back into the hungry ocean.
This is every moment.
This is all thats left.
I am smoke
A name that will be writ on water.

We are patterns in the static.
We are the ghost in this machine.
We're out of sequence and erratic.
Among these ruins we are kings.