[Intro — atmospheric clean guitar in 7/8] There is a silence beneath the silence, A sacred hum beneath the bone. I heard it once between two heartbeats And suddenly I wasn’t alone. The walls of matter turned transparent, The stars bled through my skin like light. Every particle was singing Ancient hymns into the night. ⸻ [Verse 1 — low intimate vocal] I walked blind through mechanical kingdoms, Trading wonder just to belong. Counting days like dying embers, Mistaking noise for sacred song. But consciousness is not a prison — It is a doorway hidden deep. A serpent coiled inside perception Slowly waking from its sleep. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus — tension rising] Now every breath becomes electric, Every thought a tidal wave. As if the universe is dreaming Through the chambers of my brain. ⸻ [Chorus — soaring melodic release] I am the echo and the signal, The witness and the flame. A fractal piece of cosmic memory Trying to remember its name. There’s a higher frequency calling From beyond the edge of form. And the quantum field is breathing Through the center of my soul. ⸻ [Instrumental Passage — polyrhythmic expansion] (Intricate guitar scales weave over shifting 5/4 and 11/8 grooves. Deep resonant bass pulses underneath atmospheric delay-drenched leads. Drums spiral into layered tribal polyrhythms while vocals chant wordless harmonies.) ⸻ [Verse 2 — heavier progression] The mind is not the source of knowing, Only mirrors facing mirrors. Divinity lives in awareness itself — Silent, endless, crystal-clear. Every atom bends toward union, Every star collapses inward. Even gravity longs for wholeness, Pulling all things toward the center. ⸻ [Bridge — stripped down / haunting] What if God is not a ruler… But a field? A living current flowing through Everything we think is real. What if heaven is remembrance, And death removes the veil? A return to pure vibration Beyond the flesh and failing names. ⸻ [Final Chorus — massive crescendo] I am the echo and the signal, The void and the divine. Every nerve becomes a lightning branch Inside the cosmic mind. There’s a higher frequency rising, And it’s tearing through the walls. No separation. No illusion. Only consciousness evolving toward itself. ⸻ [Outro — slow atmospheric fade] And in the final silence… The universe finally heard its own voice.
