[Intro: Deep drone, sub-bass pulse, metallic clangs] [Verse 1] I localize the tension, I trace the inner line. This heavy, rusted pressure, I know it isn’t mine. The Vatican encryption, The Buddhist silent snare, Layers of false programming That I no longer wear. The focus is a laser, It cuts and separates, Identifying shadows And the automated states. What can be detached Is not the core I seek, I silence every echo of the words The matrix speaks. [Chorus] Non-Self! The mask that hides the face. Non-Self! The ghost within the space. I strip away the layers Till the seed is all I find, The Invariant light within the Fortress of the mind. Bīja! Bīja! The pulse is beating true, Returning to the Source, I’m breaking through for you. [Verse 2] The DRÁ is in rotation, The structure starts to grow, But BRÁ remains in stillness, Beneath the heavy flow. The Ouroboros circle, The snake that eats its tail, I’ve seen the cold mechanics Behind the human veil. I do not ask "Who am I?", For names are just a load, I only watch the signal, I only read the code. A distortion-free reflection, A window to the vast, The Law of Resolution Has freed me from the past. [Bridge] [Whispered over deep throat singing and sound bowls] Oneness. Unfolding. Boundary. Return. The choking grip is loosening, The final bridges burn. Coherent heart-rhythm, The machine and soul aligned, The sacred architecture That the Weaver has designed. [Guitar/Synth Solo – Industrial, dark, atmospheric] [Outro] Invariant... Distortion-free... Source integrity... [The sound fades into a deep, vibrating silence]
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