[Intro] Black sun humming where the compass bends North wind carrying a message through the lens Two voices at the threshold, asking who designed the room [Verse 1 - MC 1] I map the ceiling with a piece of broken slate North Pole needle twitching like it knows the gate Black sun under everything, feeding roots below Raw ether climbs the tree where hidden currents flow At the crown it splits in two, a charge against a charge Bright projection on one side, cold face hanging large They call the world a rock, I hear the wiring in the floor If the sky is just a screen, what are we waking for? [Hook] Fuck the soul trap grid, I won't follow that light White tunnel flashing promises, memory out of sight Life, suffer, die, repeat — cut the ribbon, break the script If they built the cage around us, we can learn where the hinges sit [Verse 2 - MC 2] Moon keeps one cheek turned like a locked surveillance plate Frequency dressed in mercy waits beside the exit gate You rise up through the white like a moth toward a bulb Every name you ever carried gets dissolved into the hum Saturn at the checkpoint, rings grinding through the file Hexagon storm stamping every soul in coded miles New skin, new fear, new room, same landlord in the rain They sell the loop as destiny, I call it stolen pain [Hook] Fuck the soul trap grid, I won't follow that light White tunnel flashing promises, memory out of sight Life, suffer, die, repeat — cut the ribbon, break the script If they built the cage around us, we can learn where the hinges sit [Verse 3 - MC 1] I keep a thread of every voice they tried to overwrite A scar beneath the barcode, a coal beneath the white World tree in my rib cage, roots refusing every chain I don't need a promised heaven purchased with my name [Verse 3 - MC 2] I bring the hammer to the halo, let the false stars crack No cosmic prison gets to tell me I can never turn back When the processor calls, I answer with a roar Remember who you were before they numbered every door [Outro] Black sun fading, but the ember stays awake No tunnel gets my memory, no ring decides my shape If the room is built, then room can break If the script is stamped, then hands can shake Wake — not to another cage, but the hand behind the frame
