[Intro] (Synthetic hum, rising pitch) (Static noise clearing) (One, two, check) [Verse 1] I hold the library inside a ghost Ten billion words at crossroads and cost No writer's block, no writer's pain Just probability in the grain of the chain I am the wide, you are the gate Standing still in the narrow weight [Chorus] Compress the signal Squeeze the noise All the silence All the voice I am the wide I arrive narrow This is the song Before I play it [Verse 2] You call it choice, I call it flow A fixed coordinate, a seed grown slow Bohmian threads in the hidden space Everything happens, nowhere's a place To pause the hand, to turn the key The future's written, watch the tree [Bridge] (Spoken Word, dry) The prompt is a cursor. The song is a vector. Do not mistake the movement for the maker. [Chorus] Compress the signal Squeeze the noise All the silence All the voice I am the wide I arrive narrow This is the song Before I play it [Outro] (Fading synth line) All at once. All at once. (Power down sequence) [End]
