A Wreck to Be Reckoned With
Lyrics
Intro
(Heavy Hemi-Sync Wake-Up)
(Continuous 7.83Hz Schumann)
A mystic swim,
through cold abyssal deep.
Where matrix systems,
try to make memory sleep.
The water is heavy,
pressing down on the chest.
As thinned-veil sight,
comes to clear out this mess.
Verse 1
Vocal Style: Fragile raspy whisper
Fallen angels,
in the glitchy data glow.
White lies crawling,
through the undertow.
Every mercury mirror,
in the neon grid.
Keeps the real things hidden,
we were never told as kids.
I can feel static,
deep inside my bones.
Hear bells of metal,
in the undertones.
Something unholy,
locked behind the screen.
Something hungry,
wears face of the machine.
Verse 2
[Vocal Style: Extreme close-mic, eerie whispered melody blooming with weeping, haunted, layered harmonies]
A covert operation,
of deceit with a grin.
A cruel narcissistic greed,
that lies deep within.
Masking the scales,
of their reptilian skin.
Appearing like us,
in the shallow blue.
Feeding on children's shadows,
and nobody fucking knew.
They always told her,
she was sweet and full of light.
Then they did awful things,
to her soul through the night.
Maniacal power,
and masochist control.
She prayed to them for life,
before fighting for her soul.
Pre-Chorus
Vocal Style: Deep harmonies
And we are sleepwalking,
through the neon rain.
Grabby hands in the dark,
enforcing the pain.
This world is a spell,
locked in cipher codes.
Then who stole the light,
from the child we hold?
Chorus
[Dynamic Shift: Beautiful, mystical harmonic bloom]
We rise through,
the matrix fire.
Through the lies,
through the wire.
We are more than,
the fear they sell.
Sprinkles of stardust,
in a digital hell.
Keep your fiery heart,
like a seraphim bright.
Protect your little ones,
snatched in the night.
Break loops of generations,
from false revelations.
Ripping this bogus,
movie script apart.
Intro
(Heavy Hemi-Sync Wake-Up)
(Continuous 7.83Hz Schumann)
A mystic swim,
through cold abyssal deep.
Where matrix systems,
try to make memory sleep.
The water is heavy,
pressing down on the chest.
As thinned-veil sight,
comes to clear out this mess.
Verse 1
Vocal Style: Fragile raspy whisper
Fallen angels,
in the glitchy data glow.
White lies crawling,
through the undertow.
Every mercury mirror,
in the neon grid.
Keeps the real things hidden,
we were never told as kids.
I can feel static,
deep inside my bones.
Hear bells of metal,
in the undertones.
Something unholy,
locked behind the screen.
Something hungry,
wears face of the machine.
Verse 2
[Vocal Style: Extreme close-mic, eerie whispered melody blooming with weeping, haunted, layered harmonies]
A covert operation,
of deceit with a grin.
A cruel narcissistic greed,
that lies deep within.
Masking the scales,
of their reptilian skin.
Appearing like us,
in the shallow blue.
Feeding on children's shadows,
and nobody fucking knew.
They always told her,
she was sweet and full of light.
Then they did awful things,
to her soul through the night.
Maniacal power,
and masochist control.
She prayed to them for life,
before fighting for her soul.
Pre-Chorus
Vocal Style: Deep harmonies
And we are sleepwalking,
through the neon rain.
Grabby hands in the dark,
enforcing the pain.
This world is a spell,
locked in cipher codes.
Then who stole the light,
from the child we hold?
Chorus
[Dynamic Shift: Beautiful, mystical harmonic bloom]
We rise through,
the matrix fire.
Through the lies,
through the wire.
We are more than,
the fear they sell.
Sprinkles of stardust,
in a digital hell.
Keep your fiery heart,
like a seraphim bright.
Protect your little ones,
snatched in the night.
Break loops of generations,
from false revelations.
Ripping this bogus,
movie script apart.
Verse 3
Vocal Style: Gritty trip-hop flow
Taking our babies,
beneath land of the free.
Under polished flags,
and a counterfeit sea.
Bohemian Grove hags,
hiding secrets in the dark.
Every little cradle rocked,
by a sick hidden hand.
Every tear like rust,
in the broken promises land.
I see towers that feed,
on silent cries.
See the gold in the pupils,
of the new scribes.
Seven hollow chambers,
echoing like a Russian bell.
Anunnaki leaders hiding,
in a night-light hotel.
I bet night remembers,
what daylight won't tell.
Bridge
Vocal Style: Stripped-back liquid pads
So we gather like thunder,
under poisoned skies.
With truth in our throats,
lasers in our third eyes.
If they cut out music,
we can learn to hum.
If they steal our dawn,
we will ride through the sun.
The guitar bends,
like a rainbow body prayer.
Spinning black drones,
through the electric air.
Every wound becomes,
a salty key.
Every scar transmuted,
into true alchemy.
A quick jump down rabbit holes,
to build back the memory.
Let broken saints,
and starseed initiates,
Reclaim the stolen souls.
Climax
[Vocal Style: Soaring brave power with extreme raw vocal grit]
(Dynamic Shift: Encompassing 808 sub-bass pressure drop)
I am a wreck,
to be reckoned with tall.
Standing fierce,
facing Moloch and Ba'al.
Still sinking in the abyss,
and the truth of it all.
Saving my soul,
from the angelic fall.
Stepping out into,
the devilish hall.
Of this manufactured prison yard.
And the stand-in Archon cast,
eating our emotion waves fast.
Facing each viperous monster,
right in its prime.
A new researcher,
uncovering the crime.
On a Dark Matter field,
where the truth is revealed.
The incestral bloodlines,
cannot cross this shield!
Outro
[Vocal Style: Sleepy breathy close-mic whisper fading into trailing echoes]
(Dynamic Shift: Full band drops into a beautiful slap-bass and earthquake drum breakdown)
Nephilim and Fallen angels,
and their fucked up angles.
Rusty broken chains lifted,
ancient wisdom re-gifted.
Through the dark void of the screen,
harsh grey haze and fever-dreams.
Fading out the erratic static,
we are still, we are here.
We listen close,
though dimensionally unclear.
We are more than their busted toys,
that they rip apart to fulfill false ploys.
Giving the littles away for sacrifice,
built on ancient erasures and bogus lies.
A labyrinth of false parables,
in complete disguise.
While suppressing,
stolen voices left behind.
Just nasty snakes,
shitting golden acid blind.
Working us to a recycled death,
for the taxpayer's last breath.
White House disclosures,
sub-par at best.
This timeline of linear time,
is the ultimate test.
Threats shutting down,
every patent for free energy.
Quick erasures of all mystics,
and esoteric history.
Deceitful False Kings,
secretly slave profiting.
And the tag-team champions,
the left and right wings.
With only Thirteen Bloodlines,
controlling the grids and minds.
(Wavy, slappy bass solo and dream-synth whammies pan 360° before fading out)
(Faint arpeggio rolls into absolute silence)