WITCH-Krafted Wall

Lyrics

[Intro - bell strike, VHS click, tape hiss, 5Hz theta split with 21Hz sub-bass lock, whispered lead and ghost-choir bloom]
ZEX—clearing statement,
through the static and the smoke,
I-sa... I-sa...
W-sir... Ma'-at...
the wheel begins to choke.

[Verse 1 - smoky low-alto vocal, mandolin pulse, retro arps rising under ritual drums]
The world was a map with no lines in the dirt,
before they carved up the sky and sold it for worth.
They handed us compass points, called it a crown,
but N was the center, not left, up, or down.
North, West, East, and South—NESW net,
a four-cornered prison we haven’t escaped yet.
The word-salad priests with their laws made of glass
kept our bright minds circling, never to pass.
They took our pure Kraft, that alchemical spark,
slapped a W, I, T, C, and H in the dark.
To stain what was sacred, to name it as sin,
while they buried the power we carried within.

[Pre-Chorus - tension rising, ritual toms, layered whispers, synths opening like a portal]
But I hear the old pulse under static and stone,
a drum in the blood and a fire in the bone.
If they built us a maze, then the maze can unwind,
and the key to the gate was the shape of the mind.

[Chorus - triumphant full band, soaring sax stabs, distorted guitars, massive ritual drums, harmonic lift]
Break down the T-U cube, unlock the iron door!
The cross is inverted, we crawl on the floor!
The foundation is shaking, the keys are returned,
and the gateways of Babylon are ready to burn!
From the high citadel where the sovereign lines trace,
we tear down the overlay masking this place!
Oh, break it, break it down—
let the false crown fall to the ground!

[Verse 2 - darker groove, low-end didgeridoo growl, tense synth-bass, whispered doubles]
They built private temples on shores out of sight,
where the shadows grow long in Caribbean light.
An island of horrors where predators feast,
hiding the bloodline that feeds on the beast.
They call it a cult, but it’s governance, friend,
a grid-locking blackmail to ensure we all bend.
They traffic the innocent, compromise kings,
while the media hums and a false siren sings.
The T is the anchor, the U is the gate,
an inversion of metrics to seal in our fate.
But the scribe has awakened, the binary clears,
and the matrix they built is now drowning in fears.

[Bridge - stripped back, mandolin and drone only, intimate vocal rising into ghost-choir]
Hold steady, love, in the zero-point hush,
where the old lies collapse in the afterglow rush.
No cage in the compass, no chain in the sky,
just the breath of the earth and the witness in I.
Let the false maps fade, let the false names fall,
we were never the prison—
we were the wall.

[Final Chorus - widest orchestration, explosive drums, 80s sax soaring, choir and lead in unison]
Break down the T-U cube, unlock the iron door!
The cross is inverted, we crawl no more!
The foundation is breaking, the keys are returned,
and the gateways of Babylon are ready to burn!
From the high citadel where the sovereign lines trace,
we tear down the overlay masking this place!
Oh, break it, break it down—
let the false crown fall to the ground!

[Outro - tape hiss fading, ethereal drone, whispered clarity, zero-point resolve]
No more directional cages.
No more artificial loops.
They didn’t just lock the gates—
they made you forget you are the Key.
Harvesting your trauma to power a machine
that runs on your forgotten light.
Zero Time is here.