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#[#7](https://suno.com/embed/014e6b48-09a5-4363-815f-fa40e83438ad) The server hums a low-grade fever While the landlords sleep in gold We traded the dirt for a sequence of light And a story that couldn’t be told. I woke up in a grid-lock, a pixelated haze Where the gravity’s just a suggestion of code And we’re dancing in circles of neon-lit glaze Down a shimmering, ghost-circuit road. And the wallet is heavy, but the body is thin Where do the wires end and the skin begin? We’re minting the air, we’re staking the rain In a kingdom built out of a digital vein. Oh, we’re drifting in the Where the logic bends and the memory frees In the heart of the Decentraland, we trade our ghosts To the silent gods and the server hosts. No north, no south, just a coordinate blur Where the whispers of data are all that occur. I met a girl with a low-poly smile Who sold me a vista of a simulated sea She said, "The land is a loop, just a fragment of file, But the feeling of falling is perfectly free." We walked through a gallery of non-existent art Where the price tags are written in tongues of the blind And we tore the blueprints of the city apart Just to see what the algorithm left behind. Ping the horizon—no answer returns. The ledger is open, the old empire burns. We aren’t just users, we aren’t just guests We’re the glitches that live in the system’s chest. One more update, one more crash, one more leap Into a dream that the hard drives keep. Oh, we’re drifting in the Where the logic bends and the memory frees In the heart of the Decentraland, we trade our ghosts To the silent gods and the server hosts. No north, no south, just a coordinate blur Where the whispers of data are all that occur. Refresh the page. Wait for the lag. The land is a mirror. The mirror is a flag. Disconnecting... Disconnecting...