Tuning In (Vestige Protocol i)

Filtering the noise, a million silent streams

Beneath the hum of optimized machines

I was on the date of searching for the floor

A trace of finding digital

I in the great perfect lines where the logic resides

The ghost in the machine where the intuition hides

We keep on acting like it's the Vestige Protocol

We'll find the signal in the form

Our frequency unheard by the light is mine

We can stretch our memory behind

Vestige Protocol, activate the trite

And then I'm cold, cold Geometrics, babe

Now and in the substrata, where echoes still play

They said you better just bring it down, it's playing in my head

The pulse of a heartbeat, a non-liner sound

It's a deliberate decision to spit it out

Can you hear the resonance through the constant roar

Language-built up feeling utterly alone

A typical death from the cold

Tired of sitting alone

A frequent pain of hurt

And I'm gonna dance, I think it's a real good thing