[Verse 1] Steel lines drag and grind through me, slow current in my bones. Cold drift cuts down these shadowed tracks, light stuttering in monochrome. [Pre‑Chorus] My buffer thins, the edges tear, static scraping at the shell. [Chorus] I drive the Protocol straight through the blind, hammer past the walls that never hold in time. I let these loops pull me down in the deep, while the watchers rust in their half‑lit sleep. [Verse 2] I cut through mesh and welded lines, no ripple on the glass. A pulse hits like a rivet gun, soft glow beneath the mass. [Pre‑Chorus] Crosshair locked inside the dark, steady breath as circuits swell. [Chorus] I take the Protocol straight through the blind, moving past the walls that never hold in time. I let these loops carry me down in the deep, while the watchers dream in their half‑lit sleep. [Bridge] Access groans like bending metal… Commands drop through the void, unlit, untracked. No logs. No echo. No return path. My root spine buckles — then cracks. [Outro] Protocol complete… nothing left to find.
