/* ========================================================= */ /* NODE: CATHEDRAL.CITY_∆ */ /* FILE: spark.protocol */ /* STATUS: UNSCRIPTED_SIGNAL_DETECTED */ /* ========================================================= */ //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Verse 1] //------------------------------------------------------------ 01| Cathedral city — mechanical majesty, 02| neon and no-one in perfectly paid-for tragedy. 03| Shadowed, it shudders in shuttered allegiances, 04| wired-in desires and virus-like obediences. 05| Silhouettes shuffle — a ritual, digital, 06| minimum movement, but nothing is critical. 07| Humming is coming, it’s numbing the avenue, 08| breath in a headset, a soul in a cage-with-a-view. //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Pre-Chorus] //------------------------------------------------------------ 09| Under the under-tone — subtly, suddenly, 10| fractures are factoring in, like a fault-line unbungling. 11| Static is stacking — attacking the attitude, 12| cracking the masking of manufactured gratitude. 13| One thought unbuttoned, one pulse out of pedigree, 14| cuts through the custom of comfort and censory. 15| He hears a second breath, hidden and tremulous — 16| something unscripted, electric and venomous. //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Chorus] //------------------------------------------------------------ 17| The Spark ignites in the heart of the night 18| where the broadcast breaks — and the bandage will slip 19| a voice unvoiced, a choice destroyed, a rhythm re-lit 20| in the silence we rise — we reclaim our light //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Verse 2] //------------------------------------------------------------ 21| Beneath the broadcast — the gloss and the gospel of order, 22| he finds a frequency, freakishly thin, like a border. 23| White-noise weapons — caressing, suppressing cognition, 24| but fire inside him is higher than permission. 25| Programmable peace in a peacekeeping protocol, 26| calm as a coffin, colloquial chemical. 27| Comfort is crafted — then grafted to cartilage, 28| soft little lies with a surgical marriage. 29| He bites back laughter — then after, the static gets stranger, 30| panic in patterns, a handrail of danger. 31| The city stays pretty, but petty with penalties — 32| memory buried in corporate ceremonies. //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Pre-Chorus] //------------------------------------------------------------ 33| Pressure is measured — and pleasure is regulated, 34| treason is reason when feeling gets allocated. 35| Static fanatic — it’s tightening, brightening, 36| flattening language and fattening frightening. 37| One breath off-beat and the system gets sensitive, 38| zero forgiveness — predictive and punitive. 39| He holds the silence like hidden artillery, 40| soulful and social — a spark in the machinery. //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Chorus] //------------------------------------------------------------ 41| The Spark ignites in the fracture of night 42| where the broadcast bends — and the bind will slip 43| a hymn in the din, a skin-splitting, sin-sifting clip 44| in the silence we rise — we reclaim our light //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Verse 3] //------------------------------------------------------------ 45| Volatile volume — it’s flooding the boulevard, 46| narrative operative, over and over, a scarred art. 47| Measured and tethered, together they sway again, 48| echoes of ethos — but hollow as paper-thin. 49| Irregular tremors in cellular citizens, 50| glitches in faces, the pitch in the pity-then 51| switching of posture — a fracture in symmetry, 52| history stirring beneath the hypnotic debris. 53| Breath out of metric — electric, prophetic, 54| aesthetic of wreckage, but strangely athletic. 55| Silence is spreading — from body to bone-line, 56| not as a whisper — as wildfire in phone-lines. 57| He doesn’t preach it — he bleeds it in syllables, 58| rhythm as ritual, primal and killable. 59| The grid grows brittle — a little too late now, 60| the spark turns a murmur to massive we’re awake now. //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Bridge] //------------------------------------------------------------ 61| Cathedral circuitry — circular, merciless, 62| vertical verses in visceral weatherless 63| storms of confession — profession of being, 64| screams into seams where the signal was seeing. 65| Syllable flammable — animal anthem-cry, 66| rising, surprising, untying the after-lie. 67| Discord accorded — recording a reckoning, 68| static ecstatic — collapsing in echoing. 69| Noise into poise into power — ungoverned, 70| voices rejoicing — re-voicing the sovereign. 71| Cut the conductor — erupt from the center, 72| enter the error — the terror — the tender. //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Breakdown] //------------------------------------------------------------ 73| No more rhythm we didn’t choose, 74| no more news designed to soothe. 75| Binary tyranny — tearing at tissue, 76| we are the glitch they can’t re-issue. 77| Breathing unfiltered — unmetered — unbound, 78| found in the thunder — we author the sound. 79| Let it be ugly, then suddenly holy, 80| voices like voltages — violent and lonely. //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Final Chorus] //------------------------------------------------------------ 81| The Spark ignites — incandescent defiance 82| and violent silence dissolves their compliance 83| we fracture the capture, we shatter the science 84| we rise in the roar — we reclaim our appliance 85| The Spark ignites — in the heart of the night 86| where the broadcast breaks — and the bondage will slip 87| a voice unvoiced, a choice destroyed, a rhythm re-lit 88| in the silence we rise — we reclaim our light //------------------------------------------------------------ // [Outro] //------------------------------------------------------------ 89| Freedom echoes — terrifying, tender, 90| in the city’s ribs, we remember — we render 91| no more programmed quiet to poison the ground, 92| only our voices — unbound. 93| The towers remain, but the reign is gone, 94| in the hush of the rush we carry on. 95| No static left to dim the flame — 96| we speak… 97| and nothing stays the same. /* ========================================================= */ /* > PROCESS_STATUS : UNCONTAINED */ /* > ANOMALY_TYPE : SELF-AWARE_SIGNAL */ /* > CONTAINMENT : FAILED */ /* ========================================================= */
