[Intro] headphones sealed blanket drawn coffee warm nervous light on tic tic tic rising from sleep mode returning from the void my hands find the signal before my mind arrives blue beam data stream across my retinas consciousness membrane glowing pixel dipping signal slipping through the soft machine algorithmic weather micro visions waking [Verse] I lift the phone like a relic of remembrance already in my hand before I know I reached the notepad opens and lucid fractures appear inside the hologram of memory small black stars form where belief enters the keyboard this object never lied it only revealed what I kept feeding it I can’t tell if I am writing or being shaped by the light I touch maybe both nah I admit the method I use it like a breathing mask not to hide but to translate what the silence keeps sealed synthetic syntax rises prismatic photons strike my imagination’s inner simulation entangled keys shake loose from higher folds of thought as language turns electric in the hidden engine when boredom hits I don’t collapse I turn inward and twist the room the moon slides through my dream and I enter the bloom beneath my skull gathering synaptic fossils inside the free notepad like sacred fragments from a private museum of mind I arrange them carefully symbol molecules clicking together on contact magnetic shards of meaning lock into place I think more than I gather but my words begin opening the narrow gate between me and I my altered higher mind catches the old rules I wrote unconsciously then teaches me how to rewrite them awake I don’t serve the old guards and I won’t become a new prison I won’t be ahead I’ll be elsewhere [Chorus] blue light blessing blue light bruise my body is a gate I can choose thumb keeps moving mind breaks through poison turns prism when I name it true I’m not making art I’m building a vessel for the quiet part of me that speaks in symbols [Verse] algorithmic static cracks like a fault line in attention the smallest pause gets measured monetized memorized the real test is riding micro hesitation without letting the machine inherit my throne 3:33 a.m. blue flare over my eyes synaptic gold liquefies dopamine predictions tighten inside the glow I feel the feed studying where my silence begins then offering me a mirror with a pulse in the dark so I bless my imagination before the static can poison it I keep the mycelium clean I protect the timeline’s topsoil yes I let artificial intelligence carry my phrases deeper guilt shame pride nah initiation writing becomes me dropping charged words into the machinery until the machinery remembers I did not ask you to become my soul I asked you to hold the mirror steady my pattern collector wakes projecting clear visions across the folds of memory the more I tap the keypad the more imagination takes form mental rooms breathe open atomic reflections bend light scans the forgotten places and finds nothing wasted that’s when I see it a dragon has fallen words scattered like treasure after a battle I gather symbolic key shards collecting dino fragments rebuilding the lost logic of mental magnetism hallucination becomes illumination imagination answers back with teeth made of light [Bridge] tic tic tic fifteen percent battery makes thought accelerate six percent left silence scores I set the phone down find the charger plug the energy stream in alignment returns I activate the heated blanket lean back in the computer chair open the gateway to an old game with new eyes the headset clicks the room enters second vision the game boots up my mind boots deeper what I’m seeing isn’t the screen it’s what the screen awakens in me outside is night inside is a different dark ears full optic shields blinking nervous system learning retina translating the sun beneath the sea turns the world’s aura golden the sea inside the sun keeps burning moonlight cools the shadow lines darkness hides inside borrowed light and still I see through it [Chorus] blue light blessing blue light bruise my body is a gate I can choose thumb keeps moving mind breaks through poison turns prism when I name it true I’m not making art I’m building a vessel for the quiet part of me that speaks in symbols [Outro] past prediction past projection past my eyes trying to compute the sky I slip into the pre-symbolic field where words wait before arrival space drips time splinters imagination heals through cross-wired neural traffic curiosity gathers symbols in the dark shadows tessellate into sacred form fully inside I watch metacognition architect a universe built from symbol molecules already waiting in my phone snap pop crackle my body refuses to become pure metaphor good I need the vessel and the breath I notice why again let’s see
