Letras
Grid hums a fractured logic, lines converge and cross
Foundation groans and waltzes with counting every lock
Signal bleed from the high rise static in the air
Trying to find a free place that isn't just this
You can hear it calling through the interference haze
A fragile bloom of colour in these concrete gray days
Echoes of an ancient pulse will meet the digital maze
(Going, going, going, going)
We need to catch a fractured logic, lines converging power
Function contenting cells counting your
A little day for love rhythm, daughter teen in the inner
Trying to find a frequency that isn't to despair
Can hear it calling through the interference
Hey, a fragile bloom of colour in these concrete gray day
The echoes of an ancient song, the signal of chronos
Every glitch a possibility, every break a space
To find a hidden harmony, a resent embrace
This collision of our constellation
What is this?
In the tarot
It's time for the tables
Hey, it's my new job, also held, to hold my own trapeze
I've been since I left