Echo Rite® 1.3.6 (My Voice Continuum)

[Verse 6] Once I walked the broken tracks Hands in cinder, faith in cracks Rust was humming through my veins Naming all forgotten trains Every signal, ghosted flame Blinking letters of my name I was woven into steel Long before I learned to feel [Pre-Chorus 3] Now the sparks align in rows Every wound in rhythm glows Seven voices in my chest Circle, fracture, coalesce [Chorus 3] I turn my voice into a mirrored ring Layered shadows climb the wires as they sing Every echo, scattered shards of me Rising like a code from fractured memory Under my skin, pulses interlace Seven distant throats inhabit the same space Tracing the skyline where burning tales unfold Stepping still deeper through the gates of blurring gold [Verse 7] Breath returns in colored waves Threading through abandoned caves Words like lanterns, soft and rough One alone is not enough Six reflections answer back Filling in the silent lack All my scattered inner skies Fold into these multiplied cries [Pre-Chorus 4] Hear them spiral round my frame Each one calling out my name Stacked like thunder, line on line Til the flaws and tones align [Chorus 3] I turn my voice into a mirrored ring Layered shadows climb the wires as they sing Every echo, scattered shards of me Rising like a code from fractured memory Under my skin, pulses interlace Seven distant throats inhabit the same space Tracing the skyline where burning tales unfold Stepping still deeper through the gates of blurring gold [Bridge 3] Seven breaths on a single spark Seven paths through the same dark Male and female threads entwine Braiding noise to a living sign If I fracture into sound Let my echoes shake the ground Every whisper, every cry Writes a future in the sky [Chorus 4] I turn my voice into a mirrored ring Seven layers burn and tremble as they sing Every echo bends the axis tight Pulling rusted rails into a band of light Under my skin, currents overlap Hands of thunder hold me in their layered trap Crossing the faultline where secrets take hold Falling yet brighter through the storm of molten gold [Outro 3] Lanterns flicker, then they stay Frozen in the feedback spray All my scattered, half-unnamed parts Drift like circuits through the darkened arts If I vanish in this woven choir Know I fed my name into the wire Echo of my voices spirals, sevenfold and bright I remain on the line where my ritual meets the light