El pulso no miente… The rhythm remembers what they erased! Baila, aunque el mundo se caiga… Dance, even as the world collapses! Boots on the pavement, wires in our heads, Marching to rhythms the mainframe embeds. Memories flashing, but none of them mine, Yesterday’s fiction on government time. They feed us echoes, sweet and strange, Truth rewritten, face rearranged. Still we dance to defy the frame, Drums don’t lie --they scream our name! The March of Echoes, we march but we don’t obey. Under chrome clouds and man-made shade, our hearts break the masquerade. The March of Echoes, we dance through the disarray. Systems fall with every sway. truth is in the steps we play. Samba in the server halls, Latin heat through concrete walls. Funk and static, beat collides, soul survives where code can’t hide. Data floods and dreams distort, History is just a report. But fire still flickers in our veins, songs in our blood, not in their chains. The March of Echoes, we march but we don’t obey. Under chrome clouds and man-made shade, our hearts break the masquerade. The March of Echoes, we dance through the disarray. Systems fall with every sway. truth is in the steps we play. Asimov logic starts to bend, Heinlein rebels transcend. Reality glitches, cue the horns! We are the rhythm the world reforms. No one’s watching, no one knows, We’re the glitch in all their codes. Truth can't be controlled or sold, Revolt in rhythm, loud and bold. The March of Echoes, our anthem tears the grid away. Marching fierce in disarray, truth reborn with every sway. The March of Echoes, no more lines for us to trace. We survive in time and space. the dance that systems can't erase. Fade into the crowd, synthetic skies above... False memory parade --rewriting what we love.