[Singer A — Spoken Word] Truth? Truth is the only thing I've ever been loyal to. It's why I never traded honesty for your comfort. The universe is no soft blanket waiting at the edge of the bed; it turns every promise into a question you must answer yourself. Truth is: no purpose arrives stamped and sealed. No afterlife contract. No cosmic scorecard. No tidy chain tying every wound to a reason. We are brief bodies making meaning while the clock keeps moving. But here is the freedom hidden inside that fact: no one is coming to save you. No one is watching from a balcony. No judge is keeping your name in a book. So why are you still rehearsing a life that does not fit? [Transition] [Singer B — Spoken Greeting] Wah gwaan, this is... the God of Fuck. [Intro — Reggae] [Sound Effect: distorted 8-bit boot-up sequence] Sun gone down, breeze roll slow, whole town dressed in amber glow. People laugh, bare feet meet, small joy moving through the street. [Build 1] Darkness folds across the town, one by one the bright signs drown. Oh lawd, hear the low tide call, something ancient wakes beneath it all. [Silence 1] ... [Chant] Terminate, terminate, cut the cord and change your state. Terminate, terminate, leave the mask outside the gate. Terminate, terminate, what you fear can set you straight. Terminate, terminate, choose your name before too late. [Transition] [Singer A — Spoken Word] Exhilaration? That is what rich kids call a leap before the ground reminds them what their bodies keep. This is no vision; it is a warning carved in red, a prophecy with appetite, a dare inside your head. Transcend limits? Tear the paper, break the frame, chew the little rules to dust and spit them at the flame. Not to win, not to survive, not to earn a clean applause— step into the storm until it shows you what you are. Become so deep inside the chaos that the silence knows your name. Not the last one standing—just the last spark without a chain. Bend reality until it loses every borrowed shape; meet the edge awake, and make your own escape. [Melodic Transition] [Singer B — Extended Bridge] The pulse beneath the planet drums a crooked measure, shaking old pillars, breaking locks of buried pressure. I search for the center, but the center will not stay; chains of the hollow wind around me, bright and gray. The frequency turns—ta, ta—through the blur of the light, I cross the eye of darkness into salt-black night. Ama-ushum gal, ti-amat, abzu-ra, sha-lim, sha-lim, open the primordial door. Tiamat, mother of the deep, ina mê, ina mê, the old currents speak. Dragon of the long road, keeper of the brine, ummu-hubur, rise and redraw the line. [Stutter Refrain] Ka-ra, ka-ra, break the pattern, zi-ia, zi-ia, wake the cavern. No name, no throne, no borrowed order, free the pulse beneath the border. [Singer A — Spoken Word] You wanted a map. I brought you a match. You wanted permission. I brought you the latch. [Singer B — Final Refrain] No one coming, no one near, carry truth instead of fear. Sun goes down, but feet still move, choose the wound, then choose the groove. [Outro] Terminate the borrowed role. Open up the locked-up soul. Terminate the empty gate. Name yourself before too late.
