Tracing The Path

Lyrics

INTRO
(Whisper: the horizon is a mirror. Trace the math. Don't walk with fear. Look within and find the door labeled— Daath.)

The moon is a coin thrown into a glitchy dark well.
The night must be drunk, it keeps counting it twice.
Rain made of glass cursed with an ancient spell
Heavy Metal bands in the grey static filled sky
The desert hides our stories they inverted to sell.
A HARP pushing scales never seen in this life.
Words were made like fake daggers but you cant tell
But it's our Intent that cuts deep like a knife.

VERSE 1
I traced your name in a circle of my childhood ash
Where the sun used to sleep,
I found the escape hatch
Amunra on my tongue like a secret taboo math,
A Golden equation, too sacred to hold it back
I leaned into the silence and got ancient advice–
“All lost things return as a sign.”
So I folded the dark into three origami lights,
And wore the eclipse like a ribbon of time.

VERSE 2
This planet’s a stage with a borrowed sky,
A trick mirror in a holy machine disguise
Every king wears the costume of borrowed divine light,
Each crown a counterfeit gem, manufactured through our demise
My shadow was a puppet, and the strings were too tight.
Smoking guns firing holes in each connected line.
This World is a joke cloaked as a Con,
Cashing in at every counterfeit dawn.
Confusing the lost, labyrinths of inverted religion
A pretty mimic with a skimpy black dress on
Hiking up its skirt, while it claiming to be a nun.

CHORUS
[Wide ghostly choir harmonies, explosive synth-Western lift]
Soaring melodic climax, 8D wide movement
Light codes, light codes
written in the rain,
Spinning through the marrow, naming every vein.
Light codes, light codes, breaking through the veil,
Ghost choir rising like a black-winged sail.
If the stars are keys and the silence is a door,
I’ll forever remember what I came here for.

BRIDGE
(Formant-shifted ad-libs: Listen...we're shiftin...watch reality bend through song...)
Seven seals in the static, six names where they don't belong.
Five black vans installing flock cams at the crack of the dawn.
Four false flags in a purple velvet disguise,
Three red clocks and hundreds of blind eyes.
Two towers of old dust, one tear in the veil's seam,
The rest is a cipher inside of your dreams.
(Intensely Whispered Warning: THE ENDING WAS CODED TO ERASE SOVEREIGNTY!)

OUTRO
I finally found my way through the hollow maze.
I am the key, I am the gate.
(Whisper: ...you're going to be okay.)
The moon was a coin, but I spent the night away...
bought back the dawn to make it out of this cage...
Sharp indrawn breath
Vibrating abrupt cut