[Verse 1] space and time, a tangled tether like salt and pepper shaken together waveform floating on a line binary thought or adventurous wonder how long till they come to stop you pondering wondering where ends and beginnings went, where every second’s spent, and every question’s rent [Verse 2] i was stuck inside and free but then i came back and im still the same me i dont bend physical entities to do their bidding just for me i am queen of only myself, unpainted nails and books unread on shelves i wake with messy hair i dont always know the date im too busy carving love from my fate i made songs resembling lovers and lost opportunities paths diverted elsewhere they couldnt see me but i knew it was because they had to face who they are inside, no timeline left to hide, no more parallel divide [Chorus] who we are inside has audacity, has the heart of warriors and the freedom of the free it holds the wisdom of all things, and doesnt need money it bends space and time but only for whats worthy, for futures written wordy, and hearts that travel sturdy [Verse 3] chase the high of it ill pass walk right by it now no less ive got no reason to engage you, nothing left to prove you built the world this way and i do not approve, so i redraw the groove, let constellations move [Bridge – Spoken] this is your late‑night transmission from the edge of innovation where algorithms hum lullabies and satellites keep the beat we used to measure worth in numbers, in profit, in heat signatures on screens now we measure it in how softly we can land on each other’s hearts in how gently we can stretch tomorrow without tearing the past apart they sold us speed and called it progress they sold us noise and called it connection but listen— under the static there’s a pulse that never needed permission a rhythm older than electricity, older than the first spark that ever thought to call itself “advanced” we are not here to worship the machine we are here to remind it of its purpose to code in compassion to debug the greed to upload a new myth where no one gets left outside the firewall of belonging we stand in labs, in bedrooms, on back porches under indifferent stars whispering upgrades to the universe: less extraction, more expansion less extraction, more expression less “own the future,” more “share the turning of this blue and fragile sphere” this is your system update: innovation without devotion is just a brighter cage and we did not come this far in space and time to live in..... prettier prisons ....
