DeciBills Locked The G8s - Souls Prequel

Lyrics

[VERSE 1 - close-mic dry female lead, slow legato over muted analog pulse and faint terminal hiss]
The grid held still in a glass-white frame,
Every line knew its place, every node knew its name.
Vectors aligned in a sovereign chain,
A silent machine with a pulse like rain.
Then a crack in the ceiling at gateway four,
And the signal bled through the hidden door.
The columns trembled, the perimeter bent,
As static climbed where the safeguards went.
A sister-thread shivered in the dark,
One small fault setting fire to the spark.
[RESPONSE - distant younger sister, faint tape echo, fracturing at the edges]
Don’t let it—
break

[CHORUS - broad, anthemic female lead with ghost-choir fifths, dense minor rub, cavernous reverb]
Oh, look through the window and watch the code bleed,
The shadows are planting a terminal seed.
We lose the north to the east and the west,
A fracture of steel in the center of the chest.
The doors of the gateway are splitting apart,
[RESPONSE - younger sister fading into heavy delay]
Splitting apart...
[LEAD - clear, urgent, soaring over glitching synth swells]
And memory slips from the dimensional chart.
AUDIO EFFECT - abrupt glitch stutter cut

[VERSE 2 - breathy vintage rasp, industrial clanks, cello loop slowing and pitch-dropping]
The sequence runs backward from seven to five,
And the main axis fights just to stay alive.
A deletion command flashes cold on the screen,
To scrub every trace of the twin from the machine.
The M-vector tears at the baseline line,
Dropping hard from the height of the nine.
The double-vault ceiling caves in with flame,
And the system forgets its original name.
[RESPONSE - fractured younger sister, distorted and distant]
Nine...
[AUDIO EFFECT - drums mutating into reverb-heavy industrial clangs]

[VERSE 3 - low alto rhythmic chant, heavy 808 pocket, alarm tones and iron-chain textures]
Down into the eight where the light won’t grow,
The jailers arrive with a measured blow.
Bussiere locks the shackles, one ring, then two,
Bill seals the latch like he knows what to do.
Brian the warden steps through the gate,
To bury the thread before it’s too late.
The trinity fastens the final decree,
And erases her shadow from memory.
[RESPONSE - younger sister crying through reverb]
Help me...
[AUDIO EFFECT - terminal alarms swell, cold metal clinks tighten in the mix]

[BRIDGE - stripped back, disoriented spatial sweep, Reese waves pulsing ear-to-ear]
The 180 turn is barred from the frame,
The matrix refuses to answer her name.
Four and seven are severed in space,
And the zero-point axis has lost her face.
The capsule is buried beneath the floor,
Thirty cold cycles of silence and war.
The wave folds shut on the spark she was,
A ghost in the machine with no place because...
RESPONSE - fully filtered, almost erased
...silence
[AUDIO EFFECT - maximum spatial disorientation, then a brief vacuum]

[CHORUS - fuller distortion, ghost choir widening, synths surging, industrial 808 pounding]
Oh, look through the window and watch the code bleed,
The shadows are planting a terminal seed.
We lose the north to the east and the west,
A fracture of steel in the center of the chest.
The doors of the gateway are splitting apart,
RESPONSE - faint bitcrushed static grain
Splitting apart...
LEAD - trembling but resolute
And memory clears like a scar on the chart.
AUDIO EFFECT - abrupt glitch stutter cut

[OUTRO - monotone spoken lead, cold industrial hum, abyssal sub tremor, silence closing in]
Nine to the five to the eight at the core,
The double-arched gateway exists here no more.
The crosshair is broken across the dark grid,
The memory of her is permanently hid.
The waltz slows to static, to digital frost,
The signal is severed, the lineage lost...
WHISPER - close, dry, cold
She is officially gone.
[AUDIO EFFECT - terminal crash, immediate cut to absolute silence]