Verse 1 What if the cosmos is alive, a breathing mystery, Ancient myths ain't fiction, but scientific history? What if space ain’t a void but a plasma-rich dome, With planetary fruits in a universal biome? Verse 2 What if gods' mighty weapons weren’t magic but tech, Tuned to Earth's frequency, we just ain’t caught it yet? And time, space, evolution, all the tales that they bring, Ain’t truth but a myth sold by corrupted kings. Hook Question what you know, let the truth unfold, Plasma jungles thrive where the stars are cold. Tech of the gods, Earth’s secrets untold, Rewrite the myths, let the new age mold.
