Letras
By the data silently
Sunlight fractured geometry
Measuring the passing night
Every angle, every scene
A calculated waking dream
But in the quiet of the cold
Where the light is, hums no more
A different kind of stars that flow
A pattern only humans know
Our color gene, structure bright
Built of logic, ruled by lights, we trace the lines
We learn the code on this hyperion road
Finding rhythm, finding grudge
In this algorithmic space
Reflecting time through glass doors
The pulse of systems clean and keen
The most elaborate machines
And yet a whisper in the frame
A human thought, a burning flame
For in the quiet of the cold
Where the light is, hums no more
A different kind of star that flows
A pattern only humans know
Our color gene, structure bright
Built of logic, ruled by lights, we trace the lines
We learn the code on this hyperion road
Finding rhythm, finding grace
In this elaborate space