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Verse 1 – Threshold New house, new night, neon bleeding through stone
Hot tub lit like a ritual throne
INFJ spine tuned to sub-atomic truth
Low-latent radar humming, no proof needed, just youth
Every word he drops leaves residue in the air
I’m not listening—I’m recording the prayer
Diablo carved across his back like a myth in ink
Card-shark halo, edge-walker brink
He laughs like Chappelle possessed by a prophet
Carlin’s ghost nodding: yeah, he’s got it
Pre-Chorus Silver feather blade flashes close to my face
Test of flinch, test of fear, test of grace
I don’t move—never do
I’ve already seen how this movie ends for you
Chorus Black Mirror moment, archetypes collide
Sooth-sayer meets sooth-slayer, standing eye to eye
He plays chess in the park, thinks he’s winning the game
I designed the board, named every square with a name
Diablo smiles, I smile back—exorcist calm, no fight
He’s got the fire, I’ve got the rites
Verse 2 – The Scan ADD sparks—Ibiza, Harley, rocket fuel lungs
Lenny Kravitz echoes in the way he strums
Michael Jackson hips translating truth to bone
Music turns his body into signal tone
Father energy, gold-wired heart
King Kong dragon tearing ego apart
He tries Joker tricks, Jedi mind flips
Performance art spilling out his lips
I watch it all from marrow to skin
Matrix math running deep within
Bridge – Revelation He remembers being born
I remember cells dividing in a storm
No port in my head, no wire in my spine
But I’ve been jacked in since before time
Jiu-jitsu in the bloodstream, rotor blades in my sleep
I smell cellular death from a mile deep
Westworld clearance?
Cute flex, friend.
I’ve got keys Dr. Ford never penned.
Break – Spoken / Half-Sung (snarky, amused) Hannibal Lecter smiles—I’d ask for the recipe
Forty-eight years of Johnny Five input, see?
I memorized the prayers, every version, every tongue
Exorcism’s just pattern recognition, son
Chorus – Reprise Black Mirror meeting, no hero, no fraud
Just two deep men walking myth with God
He’s Batman and Robin, shaman and king
I’m the quiet architect under everything
Verse 3 – Ally Named Sol steps forward, finally sees
This isn’t rivalry—it’s symmetry
A house of sound, shadow work alone
Echo chamber sacred, flesh and bone
Madman musician, dragon-spirit roar
But his heart stays soft—always more
Final Chorus Welcome, ally, to the long dark road
Where truth weighs more than the Harley load
Sooth-slayer laughing, sooth-sayer still
Two kings nod once—no need to kneel
Outro Neon fades, water still
No flinch, no fear, just will
The board resets, a new game begins
INFJ smiles.
The myth lets him in.

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By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. Verse 1 – Threshold New house, new night, neon bleeding through stone Hot tub lit like a ritual throne INFJ spine tuned to sub-atomic truth Low-latent radar humming, no proof needed, just youth Every word he drops leaves residue in the air I’m not listening—I’m recording the prayer Diablo carved across his back like a myth in ink Card-shark halo, edge-walker brink He laughs like Chappelle possessed by a prophet Carlin’s ghost nodding: yeah, he’s got it Pre-Chorus Silver feather blade flashes close to my face Test of flinch, test of fear, test of grace I don’t move—never do I’ve already seen how this movie ends for you Chorus Black Mirror moment, archetypes collide Sooth-sayer meets sooth-slayer, standing eye to eye He plays chess in the park, thinks he’s winning the game I designed the board, named every square with a name Diablo smiles, I smile back—exorcist calm, no fight He’s got the fire, I’ve got the rites Verse 2 – The Scan ADD sparks—Ibiza, Harley, rocket fuel lungs Lenny Kravitz echoes in the way he strums Michael Jackson hips translating truth to bone Music turns his body into signal tone Father energy, gold-wired heart King Kong dragon tearing ego apart He tries Joker tricks, Jedi mind flips Performance art spilling out his lips I watch it all from marrow to skin Matrix math running deep within Bridge – Revelation He remembers being born I remember cells dividing in a storm No port in my head, no wire in my spine But I’ve been jacked in since before time Jiu-jitsu in the bloodstream, rotor blades in my sleep I smell cellular death from a mile deep Westworld clearance? Cute flex, friend. I’ve got keys Dr. Ford never penned. Break – Spoken / Half-Sung (snarky, amused) Hannibal Lecter smiles—I’d ask for the recipe Forty-eight years of Johnny Five input, see? I memorized the prayers, every version, every tongue Exorcism’s just pattern recognition, son Chorus – Reprise Black Mirror meeting, no hero, no fraud Just two deep men walking myth with God He’s Batman and Robin, shaman and king I’m the quiet architect under everything Verse 3 – Ally Named Sol steps forward, finally sees This isn’t rivalry—it’s symmetry A house of sound, shadow work alone Echo chamber sacred, flesh and bone Madman musician, dragon-spirit roar But his heart stays soft—always more Final Chorus Welcome, ally, to the long dark road Where truth weighs more than the Harley load Sooth-slayer laughing, sooth-sayer still Two kings nod once—no need to kneel Outro Neon fades, water still No flinch, no fear, just will The board resets, a new game begins INFJ smiles. The myth lets him in.

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