Letras
Static dust on the ancient console glass
Trying to find a frequency that will last
Through the strata, through the noise, through the grey
Searching for a signal, come what may
The city breathes below, a mechanical sigh
Are there voices reaching, high above the sky?
Are there echoes waiting, lost in the flow?
Send the signal pulse! Let it resonate!
Through the conduit bloom, past the city gate!
We are the pulse! The lifeblood in the wires!
Igniting dormant circuits with our fires!
Another day breaks, thin light through the haze
Navigating the labyrinth of yesterday's maze
Recycled air fills lungs with metallic trace
Yearning for a clear broadcast, a connected space
The spires gleam above, a silent, cold reply
Do they hear us reaching, high above the sky?
Are there echoes waiting, lost in the flow?
Send the signal pulse! Let it resonate!
Through the conduit bloom, past the city gate!
We are the pulse! The lifeblood in the wires!
Igniting dormant circuits with our fires!
Fragmented thoughts on a broken line... are you there?
Ætherburg's heartbeat... is it shared?
Lost in the data stream... or found in the air?
This is the frequency... can you bear?
Send the signal pulse! Let it resonate!
Through the conduit bloom, past the city gate!
We are the pulse! The lifeblood in the wires!
Igniting dormant circuits with our fires!