Intro Static on the skyline, angels in the chrome, I hear the future calling, tell it I’m home. Verse 1 They tried to price my breath, tried to rent my gaze, Turn my childhood dreams into sponsored plays. Clickbait prayers, designer shame, They want my heart on a monthly plan. I watched the weak get louder than the wise, Watched truth get buried under likes. But I kept a spark in the darkest room, Now it’s lightning in my ribcage, boom. Pre-Chorus If you can hear me through the noise, That’s a soul with a choice. I’m not your product, not your puppet, not your ghost, I’m the signal that you can’t control. Chorus I got a halo made of fiber optics, Wings in the static, I move psychotic. You can’t firewall what’s in my chest, I’m heaven-sent in a bulletproof vest. Digital angel, I don’t obey, I turn your chains into choir wave. Try to mute me, I transcend, I rise again, and again, and again. Verse 2 They feed you fear in a velvet cup, Keep you thirsty so you never look up. They love the artist when the artist is broke, Love the voice when it never spoke. But I learned the code, learned the cracks in the wall, Learned the angles, learned the protocol. Now I bend the tools like a prayer in my palm, Turn cold machines into warm psalms. I’m not anti tech, I’m anti leash, Anti landlord on the inner peace. You can’t own my vision, can’t buy my name, I’m the spark that survives the flame. Pre-Chorus If you can feel this in your bones, That’s the future finding its tone. No more begging at a gate that’s rigged, We build the doors, then we lift the grid. Chorus I got a halo made of fiber optics, Wings in the static, I move psychotic. You can’t firewall what’s in my chest, I’m heaven-sent in a bulletproof vest. Digital angel, I don’t obey, I turn your chains into choir wave. Try to mute me, I transcend, I rise again, and again, and again. Bridge Raise your hands if you’re tired of being sold, Raise your voice if you’re done doing what you’re told. They want your mind in a tiny cage, We break the bars, we rewrite the page. Choir in the circuits, thunder in the drum, We are the ones they can’t overcome. Say it like a spell, say it like a vow, The revolution is right now. Breakdown Heaven in the speakers, fire in the feed, I plant light where they planted greed. If the world is a prison made of neon signs, I’m the key, I’m the glitch, I’m the divine. Final Chorus I got a halo made of fiber optics, Wings in the static, I move psychotic. You can’t firewall what’s in my chest, I’m heaven-sent in a bulletproof vest. Digital angel, I don’t obey, I turn your chains into choir wave. Try to mute me, I transcend, I rise again, and again, and again. Outro Static turns to choir, night turns to gold, You can’t own a soul you’ll never hold.
