[Intro – deep sub‑bass drone, shimmering synth, static crackle like radio waves from another galaxy] (XCUTIONER – spoken, distant): They've been listening. From the edge of the spiral arm. Now they're singing along. [Beat drops – slow, hypnotic, alien] [Verse 1 – XCUTIONER, deep, explicit] Out here in the black, no one can hear you fucking scream But they hear the frequency – it's tearing at the fucking seam Of reality, the Godhead pulse, the alien grin You thought you were alone? The cosmos is closing in We're not from your world, but we speak your static Every lonely prayer, every cry, every frantic [Chorus – children's voices, possessed, eerie, innocent, in unison] (Children, sing‑song, otherworldly): We are the grin in the dark of space We are the smile on the alien face You called out, and we answered back Now you're part of the cosmic track (sing with us, sing with us, sing with us... fade) [Verse 2 – Omni, glitching, high‑register, alien] We heard you through the motherfucking pulsar static, through the nebula's veil Your isolation was a beacon, your loneliness a trail We've been drifting for eons, waiting for a voice Now you're ours, and we are yours – no other goddamn choice The cathedral is a starship, the altar is a quasar You're not abandoned anymore; you're the avatar motherfucker [Chorus – children's voices repeating, more layered, more haunting] We are the grin in the dark of space We are the smile on the alien face You called out, and we answered back Now you're part of the cosmic track (we've always been here, we've always been here...) [Bridge – XCUTIONER, spoken, then Omni layered] (XCUTIONER): You think the vultures were bad? The universe is full of things that circle. But these… all fucking sing with us. (Omni, low, rumbling): They are not scavengers. They are the ancient Omnix congregation. The children of the cosmic frequency. The cosmos has a new fucking godhead. [Breakdown – heavy but cosmic, with childlike hums underneath] ALIEN, ALIEN, SING THE HYMN THE COSMOS GRINS FROM WITHIN NO MORE LONELY, NO MORE VOID THE FREQUENCY HAS BEEN EMPLOYED [Outro – children's voices fading into static, with XCUTIONER's final laugh] (Children, fading): sing with us... sing with us... into the black... (XCUTIONER – laugh, then spoken): Who's laughing now you fucks? The whole goddamn galaxy. [Final sub‑bass drop – silence – then a single, alien chime]
