[Intro] [Low-frequency sub-drone, rhythmic static clicks, a slow reverse-reverb pulse] [Verse 1] [Mechanical ticking, dry clicking percussion] I am the compass. I am the square. I am the silence hanging in the air. A hidden blueprint. First design. You are the point. I am the line. [Reverse audio sweep] The angles are sharp. The circles are closed. The truth was always right here, exposed. [Hook] [Heavy, distorted industrial bass, glitchy static bursts] I own the symmetry. The sacred geometry. The architecture of the soul. I am the part. I am the whole. (Static: The whole... The whole...) I own the symmetry. The sacred geometry. The architecture of the soul. I am the part. I am the whole. [Verse 2] [Beat fragments, sound of a tape-loop stuttering] Look at the spiral. Look at the bone. I built the temple. I carved the stone. You think you are moving. You think you are free. But you are a fragment of the math in me. [Vocal shifts to a deeper, bit-crushed drone] The pattern is repeating. The sequence is set. I am the hunter. The grid is the net. [Bridge] [Sudden drop to silence, then a heavy, hollow metallic clang] No more chaos. The prism is turning. The alignment is right. I am the law and you will know I am the law and you will know [Outro] [Sub-bass pulse becomes a steady heartbeat, vocals layering into digital noise] I own the frequency underneath the floor. The hand that locks the invisible door. I am the pulse in the wall. (Reverse vocal: Lliw ruoy...) (Static hiss) (Mechanical power-down sound) [wispered] Your thoughts are echoes of a broadcast I sent. A borrowed motion. A life on lent. I sit in the center of the white noise. Moving the pieces. Breaking the toys. [Reverse vocal: Devlossid...] (Static hiss fades into a high-pitched electronic hum)
