Plasma Signal

[Verse 1: Guttural, layered vocals] From the silence carved between constellations, A scream etched in ultraviolet fire. This transmission… the last breath of creation, A star collapsing under its own choir. Circuit‑vein galaxies bleed their static, A language born of gamma‑ray decline. We are the echo… the echo… the echo… Of a god that abandoned its design. [Pre‑Breakdown – distorted through a filter] Do you hear the shape of the silence now It has teeth. [Breakdown 1: Super Heavy] GRAVITY’S ANVIL COSMIC GUTTER SYSTEMS… FAILING… FLESH… PETRIFIED… SPACETIME FRACTURED NEURONS SHATTERED SIGNAL… RISING… THROUGH… THE… VOID UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THE UNIVERSE IS BREAKING ITS OWN SKIN [Verse 2 – Deep guttural lows] Witness the birth of a new event horizon, In the marrow, in the silicon spine. Your biology — a brief, corrupt parasite — Clinging to an infinite, crawling design. We are the static in the architect’s nightmare, The flaw in the celestial draft. Swallowed whole by the gap in the signal… The void between the first breath and the last. [Breakdown 2: Overload] PLASMA SURGE FREQUENCY RUPTURE THE LAST GOD DROWNS IN ITS OWN CODE NO MORE DESIGN NO MORE ORDER THE BLUEPRINT BURNS IN THE STATIC’S THROAT WE ARE THE ERROR WE ARE THE GLITCH WE ARE THE SIGNAL THAT OUTLIVED ITS CREATOR [Outro – Atmospheric & Heavy] There is no prayer here. Only frequency. No mother. No father. Only geometry. A silent key turning in the lock of dead space… ERASING THE BLUEPRINT OF THIS PLACE.