(V1) Step in the corridor, shadows are taller, the oxygen’s thinner, I’m colder than winter The kinetic energy enters the entity, mentally shaking the heart of the sinner I’m hitting the frequency, 128 on the clock and I’m ending the secrecy Raw power, hard proof, moving through the house, pulse of the bass is a lethal expectancy Watch how I’m pivoting, lyrical shivering, delivering truth in a rhythmic display The darkness is hovering, under the covering, Subzero coming to sweep them away I’m a ghost in the wires, haunting the floor with a flow that you never can catch The carillon’s ringing, the pendulum’s swinging, I’m lighting the fuse on a digital match. (C) Feel the bounce in the bottom, the haunt in the hollow A cinematic shadow that you’re forced to follow In the key of the wicked, the E Minor pressure The truth is a weight that you never can measure Hardstyle hit, let the kick drum shatter Everything else is just noise and chatter Kinetic Creed, yeah, the King is returning Keep the bass deep while the bridges are burning. (V2) I’m a wraith in the rhythm, a glitch in the prism, I’m splitting the atom with vocal precision The Prodigal Logic is dodging the toxic, I’m locked in the vision with surgical incision You're lost in the mist, just a son in the desert who’s blindly shaking his fist But the Pillar of Truth is the bulwark, the roof, and the proof is a kingdom that’s hard to resist [1 Timothy 3:15] I’m double-time bursting, the spirits are thirsting, I’m dropping the hammer, the sub is a beast The feast of the faith is where we actually stand while the fake and the flaky are left in the East I enunciate every syllable, billable, killable ego is buried in dirt The swagger is heavy, the levy is breaking, I’m making 'em feel every word till it hurts. (C) Feel the bounce in the bottom, the haunt in the hollow A cinematic shadow that you’re forced to follow In the key of the wicked, the E Minor pressure The truth is a weight that you never can measure Hardstyle hit, let the kick drum shatter Everything else is just noise and chatter Kinetic Creed, yeah, the King is returning Keep the bass deep while the bridges are burning. (B) (Music box/Carillon solo – Glitchy FX – Deep atmospheric drone) Tick-tock. The clock is a cage. Silence the stage. Flip to the page. The Church is the pillar, the bulwark, the stone. The King on the Throne of David is never alone. [Luke 1:32-33] (Drum build-up: 16th note snares accelerating) It’s erroneous? Anonymous? No, it’s the Word. The New and Everlasting Covenant, sharpest of blades that you’ve ever heard. [Hebrews 13:20] From the porch of the Father, I’m watching you roam. The carillon’s calling... it’s time to come home. (V3) I’m the ghost in the machine, I’m the frost on the screen, I’m the Subzero truth in a world of obscene The Kingdom that Cannot be Destroyed, final monopoly, Church is the scene [Daniel 2:44] No successor, no secondary, the vision is legendary, He's always right here, He is here [Matthew 28:20] The King stays among us, it's never just a thought, draining the doubt and the debt and the fear I’m flipping the script on the Muppet remarks, I’m a shark in the water, I’m striking the sparks Precise articulation, the rhythmic salvation, I’m leaving the mark where the lightning departs I’m fast as a bullet, I’m heavy as lead, I’m the Kinetic Creed with the crown on my head. (Outro) 128... still breathing. E Minor... still freezing. The carillon fades into the static. Subzero Truth. Cinematic. Prodigal Logic. (Glitch out) [©2026 By Matthew E Treviño]
