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Bodies fall quiet

Skin like a suit on a chair

You step out laughing

Breathing a different kind of air

Corridors of color

Numbers humming in your chest

Every thought a current

Every memory fluoresced

We are gospel frequency

Riding on vibration

Every soul a wavelength

Tuning new creation

They said it ends in silence

But we slipped through every gate

We are 3 gospel frequency

We don’t evaporate

The name of truth is engraved

On the bones of the stars

Priests of pure resonance

Declare who we are

The rulers have drawn a circle

Locked the choir underground

Bent the equations of the sky

The rulers have controlled the frequencies

We are 6 gospel frequency

Riding on vibration

Every soul a wavelength

Tuning new creation

They said it ends in silence

But we slipped through every gate

We are gospel frequency

We don’t evaporate

Who told you “never”

Who sold you “gone”

When every so‑called ending

Is just a change of song (Oh)

Step from the shell

Into the surge

Hear the hidden spectrum

Calling you to merge

We are 9 gospel frequency

Riding on vibration

Every soul a wavelength

Tuning new creation

They said it ends in silence

But we slipped through every gate

We are 369 gospel frequency

We don’t evaporate

Death is not the end, it is access to another dimension