Six Sides, Cold Sign

[Intro] Bah-bah, budda-budda, bah—bom-bom, ba-da-bom-bom Six sides turn where the old maps end [Verse 1] They named him Kaiwan in a Babylonian room, A rebel before the Watchers learned to fall through the gloom. No court record, no witness, no seal in the clay, Just a name passed hand to hand, then filed away. Enoch’s pages carry a wheel with a locked outer ring, Chains drawn tight round a thing that would not kneel to a king. Saturn at the boundary, slow judge in the sky, Rome gave him a sickle; old empires asked why. Was it god, was it warning, was the story made small? A prison built for danger—or a mirror on the wall? [Chorus] Six sides, cold sign, turning out of reach, A hidden door that moves beyond the hand that seeks. Bah-bah, budda-budda, bah—bom-bom, ba-da-bom-bom, Read the sky, read the record, ask who buried the stone. [Verse 2] Voyager sent the question; Cassini traced the seam, A north-pole hexagon holding steady in the stream. Wider than our world, strange geometry in flight, A storm that keeps its corners through the long Saturn night. The old text calls it a sign—does the match make it true? Or do we bend every pattern till it fits what we knew? Radio pulses from the rings, a measured, distant beat, Not proof of chains or captives—just a signal we repeat. Councils shut the book, or so the rumor says; History wears many masks when doctrine sets the frame. I lay the claim beside the data, let the hard questions stand: A myth can point to wonder; it can’t replace the evidence in hand. [Break] Bah-bah, budda-budda, bah Bom-bom, ba-da-bom-bom Six-side, wheel turn, seal reset Bah-bah, budda-budda, bah [Chorus] Six sides, cold sign, turning out of reach, A hidden door that moves beyond the hand that seeks. Bah-bah, budda-budda, bah—bom-bom, ba-da-bom-bom, Read the sky, read the record, ask who buried the stone. [Outro] Saturn keeps its distance; the archive keeps its scars. A story is a key, not a verdict written in the stars.