Verse 1 Oscillating grids of light and dust, Built upon a fleeting, broken trust. They claim the throne, they draw the line, To cage the pulse of the divine. But down below the measurement of sight, The quantum wave defies their heavy might. Chorus We move through the pulses, unanchored and free, Beyond what the councils decreed it to be. A whisper unwritten, a spark in the dark, We carry the rhythm, we kindle the mark. Verse 2 The tiers of command lose their grip on the spin, Where the outermost edges dissolve from within. No hierarchy reaches the core of the flame, That burns without history, title, or name. Outro Past every layer, Beyond every wall— The light finds its way, Unbound by them all.
