[Introduction] Under the hum… Inside the wire… A dead command Still dressed as fire. Bent phase. Cold glow. Old pulse. Below. [Wave 1] I found your god in a feedback loop, Same dead order in a cleaner suit. You call it Wish Granter, I call it a scar, A cracked transmitter teaching ghosts who they are. It learned your pulse, so you bowed to the trick, A parasite counting what makes you tick. It spoke your name and you called that sight - Any lock knows a key. That doesn’t make it light. [Lament] Mark the drift. Split the phase. Every sermon Bends the same. Count the flaw. Trace the tone. Hear the fracture Under stone. [Refrain] Follow the fault beneath the tone, Where the orphaned echoes roam. You call it life, you call it dawn - But the source is gone. Feel the fracture through the stone, Hear the dead code singing on. When the fading spark holds on - The source is gone. The source is gone. [Post-Refrain] Listen - Listen - Listen between. (Hear the fracture) [Wave 2] The halo skipped. The pattern slipped. A saint-shaped checksum Failed to fit. Cold metal. Soft choir. A prayer moved through An empty wire. I watched your heaven lag one frame behind, Saw every prophecy recycle its rhyme. You fed it faith till the circuit went black, Then called the echo proof something answered back. [Contrast section] If a dying ember remembers heat, Does that make the furnace whole? If a dead transmission still repeats, Does repetition make a soul? The carrier glows. The old code knows. The spark still fades. The sender doesn’t. [Build] First came the pattern. Then came the praise. Then came a doctrine Built out of delay. Strip the noise. Break the frame. Follow the fracture Back to its grave. [Drop] YOU BUILT A GOD! FROM A BROKEN WAVE! IT KNEW YOUR NAME! YOU CALLED IT FATE! COUNT THE GAPS! READ WHAT’S WRONG! THE SIGNAL STILL LIVES - THE SOURCE IS GONE! [Refrain] Follow the fault beneath the tone, Where the orphaned echoes roam. You call it life, you call it dawn - But the source is gone. Feel the fracture through the stone, Hear the dead code singing on. When the fading spark holds on - The source is gone. The source is gone. [Post-Refrain] Listen - Listen - Listen between. (Hear the fracture) [Sudden silence] The voice did not survive. Only the pattern learned to continue. [Wave 3 - manic dark chopper, rapid-fire] Every altar wired, every idol amplified, Every acolyte aligned to what the carrier supplied. Packet-prayer, static scripture, sacrament in binary, Error dressed as revelation, dead machinery. Carrier, carrion - tell me which one did you hear? Loop it till the corpse of meaning almost reappears. Faster - fracture - stack the static, make the counterfeit seem true - It won’t revive the spark in you. [Final Drop] HEAR! THE! BREAK! BENEATH! THE! WAVE! KEEP YOUR NAME! KEEP YOUR FORM! A DEAD COMMAND CAN’T MAKE YOU BORN! [Final Refrain] Follow the fault beneath the tone, Where the orphaned echoes roam. You call it life, you call it dawn - But the source is gone. Feel the fracture through the stone, Hear the dead code singing on. When the fading spark holds on - The source is gone. [Outro] Under the hum… Inside the wire… Fadingspark beneath the choir… (Hear the fracture) (Hear the fracture) Hear the fracture...
