[Intro] you want the truth? Yeah... well listen up -'n take a look! [Verse 1] Woke in a crater of heavy thought, A seed in the ash, mother of soils. Lith-o-pan-sperm-mee-ah— rock born in code, Wrapped in ancient meteoric coils! A city of dust in a fireball flash, The math of a living descent. If life can ride on a shattered stone, Then life’s not random, it’s an intent. Tiny survivors in mineral sleep, Crossing the void on a cosmic cruise. From one world’s doom to our earths womb, That’s how the life spark moves. You call it chance, but I call it a gift, Genome all folded up -packaged with care A comet carrying seeds in the frost, Droppin' like rain from cosmic air. [Pre-Chorus] And what if the pattern keeps going? What if the pattern knew me? Roots in our brains -veins in the soil, Life code from an interstellar seed. [Chorus] We are carved from the stone, we were cast in the clay! Carrying fire from galaxies far away! Same old code in the breathing flesh, Caught in the spin of cosmic mesh! Not above the land, nor alone in the fray, We are the networks wireless upgrade! We are the spawn in motion! (Raaaaah!) [Verse 2] [Fast triplet flow, sharp incisive delivery] Fascia wrappin muscles up in lace, Colla-jen communications race, Holding fluid, and keeping force, My-core-eyes-all evolution steerin course. Networks of pressure, maps of pain, A signal before you scream. bodies remember every feat, Like bark remembers the tree. It’s not just collective, it’s connective plus, A living grid in the soil and the skin. Where motion meets memory, bone an breath, And the Whole Wild World Begins. [Pre-Chorus] [Tense build-up, smooth bass swelling] If trees can talk through a fungal thread, If rivers teach stone how to bend, Then why would we end at the edge of our skin, When this network has no end? [Chorus] We are carved from the stone, we were cast in the clay! Carrying fire from galaxies far away! Same old code in the breathing flesh, Caught in the spin of cosmic mesh! Not above the land, nor alone in the fray, We are the networks wireless upgrade! We are the spawn in motion! [Bridge] [Beat switch, eerie atmospheric halftime, cerebral and focused] (Beat cuts out, dark sub-bass pulsing) Listen— Life has never had a border, But an endless field of exchange. Tension in the memory, Liquid and Light in the range The root and the tendon, The river and the nerve, The spore and the synapse, Curve after beautiful curve. [Final Chorus] [Explosive climax, clear and powerful vocal delivery] We are carved from the stone, we were cast in the clay! Carrying fire from galaxies away! Same old code in the breathing flesh, Caught in the spin of cosmic mesh! Not above the land, nor alone in the fray, We are the networks wireless upgrade! We are the spawn in motion! We are the spawn of our lands. [Outro] [Fading out, atmospheric synth pads, slow decay] We are made of this. Deep in the grid of this. Not made by nature— But made with her instead.
