[Intro: same wide cinematic air as the Prologue] We walked the river... We named the years... [Verse 1 — the mirror starts] Bone in the dark, a whisper in the cave, Lyre and aulos, a hand that taught the stave, A lira in a workshop, a blueprint in a hall, Obsession in a nocturne till the old world stalls... [Pre-Chorus] Every era was a door... Every door became a score... [Chorus] Chronosonics — the river runs through wire, What the body sang, the model learns as fire, Not the end of music, not a funeral tone, A genesis wearing a human bone... [Instrumental: short flashes — chapel, orchestra, electric backbeat, then glitch] [Verse 2 — faster reverse] Riot and swing, a mall that learned to roar, Hitsville pocket, California shore, No future shouted, then a video throne, Chrome in the trunk and a pixel booth of our own... [Bridge — collapse] Flannel weather... LA shine... The drop... The lot... The feed... The swamp... Then silence long enough to hear the next thing start... [Verse 3 — genesis] No century claims this chord, No radio owns this door, The hands that built the timeline Are inside the instrument now... [Final Chorus — bigger, new harmonic color] Chronosonics — the river runs through wire, What the body sang, the model learns as fire, Prologue to genesis, the circle draws tight, The future is listening... and it can write. [Outro: one new motif, not a quote of any earlier era, then a long fade] The river still sings...
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