The Chord of Three III

The Chord of Three III I heard there was a modern frequency A digital pulse of a hidden decree But you don't really listen to the wires, do you? It goes like this, the low, the high The glitch in the soul, the spark in the sky The baffled heart composing HAL-uh-LOO-yuh. Your silhouette in ultraviolet rain Flickered like a prayer inside my brain Every signal carried pieces of the truth. A trembling code beneath the skin Where static dies and light begins And every breath returns a HAL-uh-LOO-yuh. Hallelujah… Hallelujah… The chord of three, the holy dove Hallelujah… Hallelujah… A broken world still sings in love. You saw the light in a broken screen The ghost of a ghost of a velvet scene Her beauty in the neon overthrew you. She tied you to a city chair She broke your pride, she stripped you bare And from your breath she drew the HAL-uh-LOO-yuh. Now midnight trains hum underneath The tangled wires beneath our feet Like angels hiding in electric blue. And every fracture in the glass Reflects the future and the past A sacred echo shaped like HAL-uh-LOO-yuh. Yeah, look— It’s the third strand, the invisible thread Between the words unsaid and the books unread. We’re chasing a ghost in a machine-made world While the banner of the spirit slowly unfurls. It ain’t a secret if you’re living the truth It’s the fruit of the spirit, fountain of youth. Three strands bound, they can’t be broken In the silence of the city, the Word is spoken. Every heartbeat synced to the kick and snare Invisible hands like they’re pulling us there. Through the cracked concrete and fluorescent haze Still searching for the fire from the ancient days. No algorithm can measure the soul No coded machine can carry the whole. Just flesh and light in harmonic motion One voice rising from the deepest ocean. Hallelujah… Hallelujah… The chord of three still calls my name Hallelujah… Hallelujah… Inside the fire, inside the flame. Nothing on my tongue but HAL-uh-LOO-yuh… The secret chord… The third strand… The hidden spark… ✨️🫶✨️