Circuit Syndicate Anthem

Lyrics

Intro (spoken / half‑rapped, 4–8 bars)Whispers in the tunnels, sigils carved into the stone Every angel that I summon got a demon of its own Every scripture that I open is a code I gotta break Every power in the shadows want my spirit for the takeTrumpets in the distance, feel the horsemen on patrol Seraphim above me while the djinn patrol my soul I ain’t here for superstition, this is war behind the scenes Where the holy and unholy run the world inside your screensVerse 1 (16 bars – catalog / imagery)Eyes wide, I can see the unseen in the skyline Seraphs in the high‑rise, devils in the Wi‑Fi Cherubim encrypted in the letters of the Torah Djinn inside the algorithm scrolling through your auraWatchers in the borderlands, posted by the gateways Nephilim in suits now, meeting up on paydays Prophets in the projects still preaching to the hopeless Martyrs in the mirror when I stare and lose focusHalo on the left side, horns on the other Ancestors in my veins, I can feel it when I stutter Pentagrams on billboards, sigils in the brands Holy water in my flow, scripture in my handsSaturn in the stock charts, omens in the weather Cathedrals made of concrete where they sell you all together I’m decoding every symbol that they’re hiding in the seams Angel at my shoulder while a demon haunt my dreamsHook (8 bars – chant style)Angels in my left ear, demons in my right Both of them are screaming when I’m walking through the night Tell me who I follow when they pulling on my soul Heaven in my headphones, Hell inside the radioFallen in the streetlights, righteous in the choir Voices in the bassline, voices in the wire Every single choice that I’m making in between Got me living like I’m walking in a war I never seenVerse 2 (16 bars – narrative in the city)I’m stepping off the train, feel the pressure in the station An angel on a bench, reading psalms in the Haitian A demon in a briefcase, deals in the folder I watch them brush shoulders like the heat on a soldierA saint in a hoodie with a spray‑can halo Writing REV 2:10 on the side of a rail road Officer possessed with a temper like a raptor Eyes going black when he tackles down a pastorI see a choir in the sirens when the ambulance sings Broken‑hearted mother with a child on a sling Graffiti on the wall: “God lives in the alley” Right across from “No Lords” tagged over in the valleyA preacher at the corner trade a verse for a dollar A demon in the liquor store sly when you holler Under every bridge there’s a covenant in chalk Every street that I walk is a spiritual stalkVerse 3 (16 bars – theological / apocalyptic)From Enoch to Revelation, I’m tracing out the bloodline Watchers in the cloud now, fallen in the uptime Trumpets in the thunder, bowls in the drought Seals in the oil fields, mark in the cloutThey digitize the beast now, chip in the palm Selling you salvation through a 5G psalm False light prophets in a ring‑light glow Streaming every sermon with a sponsored logoI see Babylon in logos, Babel in the code Angels in the protest, demons in the vote Cherubs in the children still dancing in the ruins Seven headed dragon doing mergers and acquisitionsThey turn Eden to a lab, gene splice in the seed Call it “better living” while they edit every breed But the Lamb still watching, tallying the scrolls While the angels load arrows made of data for your soulHook (repeat or alternate 8 bars)(You can reuse the first hook, or switch to this alternate variation.)Choirs in the chaos, choirs in the screams Heaven on the front line, Hell in the machine Every time I listen, they divide me at the seams Angels in my conscience, demons in my schemesWhispers in the chorus, thunder in the beat Wings on the rooftop, hooves in the street Every breath I’m taking, feel ’em tugging on my fate Got me praying that my spirit make it past the gateVerse 4 (16 bars – personal / testimony)I been wrestling in my sleep, woke up with a sore chest Feathers on my pillow, claw marks on the doorframe Voices in my head say “You chosen for the warfare” Other voices laughing, say “You never gonna go there”I done walked away from deals that would double up my wealth ’Cause I saw a pair of horns in the clause by itself I done felt a hand hold me when I should’ve hit the pavement Saw an angel in the EMT that came for my engagementEvery time I write a rhyme I feel a courtroom Angel as my counsel, demon in the boardroom Prosecuting memories, witnesses my fears Judge is my Creator, jury is my peersSo I keep my pen holy though my fingers made of dust Trying not to bow down to the idols that I lust If I ever fall short, let the angels intercede ’Cause I’m walking with these demons but I’m dying for my creedOutro (4–8 bars – spoken / faded)If you heard this, you already in the middle of the trial Every choice a covenant, every thought another file When the trumpets finally echo and the skyline splits You gon’ see which side was talking in between your hits [Angel singing] [Electric guitar] [People screening]