Lyric

Monoliths speak in silent tongues

Echoes drifting where no sound belongs

Hymns unspoken remain unsung

Fading slowly into circuits undone

Wires woven through our veins

Carrying signals we can’t contain

Prophets lost in coded rain

Buried deep in the endless stream

Something flickers underneath

A buried pulse beneath the grief

Not in the glow, not in the sky

But in the breath that won’t comply

Light in the void, I hear it call

Through the static, through it all

Even if the world decays

Something holy still remains

Altars sterile, an empty shrine

Stillness lingering in hollow design

Reflections blur the line

Shifting edges we can’t define

Forms that shape what we perceive

Bending all that we believe

But truth dissolves in memory

Fading where it used to be

A distant pulse beneath the noise

Beyond the shaped, synthetic voice

No system holds, no code contains

The silent space where something remains

Light in the void, I hear it call

Through the static, through it all

Even if the world decays

Something holy still remains

When the systems fade to black

Will it surface in the end

Light in the void, still it calls

Through the static, past it all

Even when all forms decay

Something holy finds a way