Salamander Hymns at the Mirage

[Verse I – (Slow, cracked blues riff beneath echo)] [MALE VOICE] I followed the tail of the fire-limbed worm, Through heatwaves that spoke in forgotten tongues. The sand sang prayers in reverse, And my name melted off my bones. Cicadas buzzed in binary. The moon licked salt from my thoughts. I walked 'til the stars dripped venom— I walked 'til nothing walked with me. [Spoken Interlude – ghostly whisper, musique concrète noises] [FEMALE VOICE whispers] "You are not where you are... You are not who you think… Breathe the ash. Lick the light." [Chorus I – Gothic jazz with soaring wails] [MALE VOICE] Oh, Death Angel at the pond, Your face is mine but never born. Sing me backwards into the sun, Where time is teeth and I come undone. Cradle me in your lullabies of static— Split my skull into stars. [Verse II – Flamenco guitar over Raga drones] [MALE VOICE] The salamander wept Sanskrit flames, He spoke in mirrors, in flickering frames. I drank from the mirage, I kissed her tongue, It tasted like mercury and unsung lungs. [FEMALE VOICE whispers] “Child of breathless becoming— You are a crack in the scream of the One.” [MALE VOICE] And I wept, and laughed, and forgot which was which. [Bridge – Neo-classical piano runs, glitch textures] [MALE VOICE] Was I born just now, or just before? Do I dream myself from every door? The pond reflected no face but flame— She gave me no name, but I came, I came... [Chorus II – Psychedelic jazz build, vocoder+harmonies] [MALE VOICE] Oh, Death Angel in the ripples, Your eyes are singing riddles. “You are the prophet, you are the pawn— You are the silence between the dawn.” My tongue is a garden of rusted bells, I speak in clocks and carousel spells. [Instrumental Jam – Cacophonic eruption] [Frenetic dodecaphonic scale runs, reversed cymbals, tape loops, feedback howls, shamanic throat singing layered in…] [Final Verse – Spoken word, soft piano, wind in the mic] [MALE VOICE] I am reborn with sand for skin. I speak to rocks and they speak back. I saw the Angel’s wound bloom like coral— Inside was the map to the unmaking of man. Now I mutter… or is it math? Now I paint... or is it wrath? Am I the question, or the ash? [Outro – Ambient decay, single distorted guitar note sustaining into silence] [MALE VOICE] She sang to me in madness, And I listened. And I woke up someone I had never imagined.