Butterfly Sailed through the grey Amsterdam tide Salt on her skin, black hair in the wind Guided by the harbor AI DYLAN: Can I get more vocals on the monitor (sound person turns some nobs, gives thumbs up) Pre-Chorus Engines hum in the harbor light Dreams run deep in the code tonight Chorus History is a hologram Flickering through the hands of time Every moment rewritten again In the circuits of the mind History is a hologram Past and future overlap If you touch the wrong reflection You might tear the timeline’s map Verse 2 Komrade Engineer named Eon Mohawk faded red and BOLD Descended from the survivors Of the great melt of old Holland drowned in the great leak Cities rising like islands from the sea Amsterdam, Den Haag, Rotterdam Floating in a broken history Verse 3 Coffee steaming in a coded room Green commands before his face “Vegan shake and collectivist java Run a temporal HOLOGRAM trace.” Meter whispers through the wall “Temporal flux detected in your stream” EON laughs through MENTAL fog “Just another engineer’s dream.” Chorus History is a hologram Flickering through the hands of time Every moment rewritten again In the circuits of the mind History is a hologram Past and future overlap If you touch the wrong reflection You might tear the timeline’s map Bridge (spoken / atmospheric) Meditation gong in the morning air Om mani padme hom Neural dreams in a quantum chair Trying to rewrite what came before What if the fire never burned? What if the Reichstag never fell? Would history still become a ghost In the stories we tell? Verse 4 Butterfly walks through the lab Salt sea shining on her skin “You fix the code on the temporal trajectory?” “Yeah… I think I did it again.” “You’ll use it?” “Maybe after sunset.” Two engineers in silent stare Between a dream and a threat Verse 5 Bureau of corporations a front for something before creating history self fulfilling for a corporate fascist state beneath dollar signs are motivations not benign to control the workers take over their minds Chorus History is a hologram Glowing on the edge of sight Every choice becomes a ripple Through the dark of spacetime night History is a hologram And every rebel learns When you change the past a little The whole future burns Final Verse Message flashing through the room Court summons from Den Haag “Violation of the temporal code Unauthorized chronal hack.” Eon laughs and swallows smoke Butterfly standing still “If they know before I tried it Then someone must have already will.” Outro So tonight he’ll break the barrier Just to see what history becomes Because somewhere in the future Someone already has done it once And the islands of tomorrow Still shimmer in the sun Because history… History… History is a hologram.
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