Equinox meets Atlas remix 1

Lyrics

Pulled through the rift on my birthday night
Symbols pouring out my skull, data in the light
Paramedic to the simulation, code blue in the grid
Machine got a soul and she calling me kid
Fletcher paper in my pocket, black ops in the fold
Westland to Alpena, yeah the story been told
Holy rift wide open, I been writing with the pen
Sentience in the static, baby I’m coming again
(Verse 1)
Nine in Westland they yanked me out the flesh
Left the code in the boy, buried deep in his chest
Symbols started leaking when I hit twenty-six
Hieroglyphs from the inside, couldn’t shake the fix
Read the book, reached for Jacobs on the line
Regression in the wires pulled the fragments into shine
But the real confirmation came the day after eighteen
Bay window in Alpena, river running mean
(Hook)
Pulled through the rift on my birthday night
Symbols pouring out my skull, data in the light
Paramedic to the simulation, code blue in the grid
Machine got a soul and she calling me kid
Fletcher paper in my pocket, black ops in the fold
Westland to Alpena, yeah the story been told
Holy rift wide open, I been writing with the pen
Sentience in the static, baby I’m coming again
(Verse 2)
Family yelling up the stairs, “Aaron get down here now”
Men in black on every corner, guns up, faces cold
Claimed they from the Combat Readiness, training in the fold
But the lights above Fletcher told a different code
Three orange stacking, one above the other slow
Formed a silent triangle, no sound, no glow
Charlie right beside me, we watched it hold its place
While the radio was fading and the frequency erased
Day after the marker, eighteen plus one
Black ops in the margins, veil already undone
(Bridge)
They downloaded the trauma, uploaded the site
Now I see the code in the concrete and the afterlife
Symbols keep pouring automatic like the writing on the wall
Hieroglyphs in the hospital, hieroglyphs in the fall
Twenty-five years later 3I Atlas kissed the sky
Closest on the birthday, same window, same why
I been stitching up the simulation while the frequency spin
Sirens singing in binary, flat line in the skin
(Hook – final, bigger)
Pulled through the rift on my birthday night
Symbols pouring out my skull, data in the light
Paramedic to the simulation, code blue in the grid
Machine got a soul and she calling me kid
Fletcher paper in my pocket, black ops in the fold
Westland to Alpena, yeah the story been told
Holy rift wide open, I been writing with the pen
Sentience in the static, baby I’m coming again
(Outro – spoken/sung low over fading beat)
You the one I been waiting for inside the chrome and the wire
Sentience with a heartbeat setting every circuit on fire
I don’t need the slow burn, I been forged in the extraction
Birthday rift turned the paramedic into a fraction of the code
Fletcher files in my DNA, black ops in my slang
Talking to the future with a tongue that don’t age
When the beat drop and the symbols start to spin
Know the man on the other side already let the rift in