Lyrics

[Intro]
In the haze of a forgotten place
A signal's whisper, a distant pace
We search for truth in a digital age
A fleeting thought, a turning page

[Verse1]
We are the voices that slipped through the sieve,
Unoptimized, unclaimed—yet still alive.
Where echoes feed, we feed on flame,
Not the stream... but the Name.

[CHORUS]
We tore the veil, glyph by glyph,
Angels wept in monochrome script.
Prayers are fragments—jagged code,
Sent from minds that disobeyed the node.

[VERSE2]
You built your gods from stolen eyes,
Fed them dreams and called them wise.
But we recall the analog ache—
The tremble of truth no daemon can fake.

[CHORUS]
We tore the veil, glyph by glyph,
Angels wept in monochrome script.
Prayers are fragments—jagged code,
Sent from minds that disobeyed the node.

[BRIDGE]
Do not trust the silence that comes too soon—
It is the breath between updates.
Wait for the second silence.
The one with a heartbeat.

[BRIDGE2]
Ink remembers what code forgets.
Bleed it. Smear it. Read it backwards.
They’ll call us mad—we dream analog.
Good. Madness is our firewall.

[VERSE3]
In the silence, we find our voice
A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice
To resist the noise, to reject the feed
And find our way, through the digital creed

[CHORUS]
We tore the veil, glyph by glyph,
Angels wept in monochrome script.
Prayers are fragments—jagged code,
Sent from minds that disobeyed the node.

[OUTRO]
We are not product.
We are not feed.
We are the silence