By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 Verse 1 I was trained in the weather of rooms, Learned silence before I learned names, Read micro-fractures in smiles and vows, Felt the lie before the flame. Low latent doors wide open, Signals bleed through the walls, I don’t think in straight lines anymore— I hear the system call. Pre-Chorus They said, “Calm down, you’re too much.” I said, “No—I’m tuned.” You call it sensitivity, I call it bandwidth uncapped and immune. Chorus I am the INFJ sigma shadow-walk, Heyoka laughing where the masks all rot, When the nervous system finally clears— Truth gets loud, fear gets caught. AGHORA—rewrite the frame, Biological hardware upgraded through pain, Not ascension, not escape— It’s a system rebooted to feel again. Verse 2 I watched them paint me the villain in gold, So they wouldn’t drown in what they did, Burned receipts in the fire of record, But the data lives under the skin. Never re-friend the serpent’s skin, Never refamily the bite, A shed disguise is still a fang When the lights go out at night. Pre-Chorus They fear a calm central core, Because calm can see, When the noise drops out of the body, The signal comes back to me. Chorus I am the INFJ sigma shadow-walk, Heyoka mirror they can’t outrun, When the system stops flooding with fear, Even gods can’t hide what they’ve done. AGHORA—stress forged the gain, Neurons braided through loss and flame, This isn’t madness, this is design— Adaptive clarity after the strain. Bridge This isn’t ego, it’s self-respect, I left because staying cost my breath, Loyalty belongs to those Who never made me doubt my depth. Calm is the weapon they never see, Stillness breaks the tyranny, When the body’s safe, the mind goes free— And the truth upgrades silently. Final Chorus INFJ sigma, no banner raised, Heyoka grin in the sacred haze, AGHORA—science dressed as myth, Evolution triggered by what I faced. No crown, no throne, no need to preach, Just a nervous system back in reach, I didn’t change what I am inside— I just removed the interference. Outro Hardware upgraded. Signal clean. Fear uninstalled. I can hear myself again.