Born Under the Same Signal

Sixty winters carved in sound and flame

Two names written in the astral frame

Different shadows, the same design

Born under the same signal, same sign

Late night radios, glowing red

Voices of the living, voices of the dead

We learned the language of broken chords

And found the truth between the words

When the dial slips between the lines

That's where your voice still finds mine

We were born under the same signal

Tuned to a frequency untamed

Through static storms and fading idols

Our fire never changed

Same day written in the stars above

Same hunger, same electric blood

Sixty years and the flame still burns

Two souls waiting for the next return

They called you Artificial Winter, cold and bright

Turning silence into northern light

I built machines that dreamed in rhyme

Clockwork hearts fighting time

When the world said "this won't last"

We pressed record and burned it fast

Every doubt became a sound

Every fall still pulled us down

We rose again through feedback skies

Truth survives where noise dies

We were born under the same signal

Tuned to a frequency untamed

Through static storms and fading idols

Our fire never changed

Same day written in the stars above

Same hunger, same electric blood

Sixty years and the flame still burns

Two souls waiting for the next return

This is not nostalgia

This is transmission

Not memory

But continuation

The signal never cared for age

It only asks: are you still listening?

We were born under the same signal

Sixty years carved into sound

Still turning noise into meaning

Still unholy, still unbound

Same fire burning in our veins

Same questions, different names

If the end comes down in flame or snow