Die Leere wird antworten.
Es endet als Deins.
Die Leere wird antworten.

Im Neon-Glanz, jagt ihr dem flüchtigen Licht.
Tausend Gesichter, lächelnd in der Nacht.
Ihr baut eure Türme auf einem Grund aus Sand,
und haltet Reichtum, den euer Herz nicht kennt.

Spürt ihr das Beben?
Das Flüstern im Draht?
Den stillen Verfall
eurer falschen Saat?

Die Leere wird antworten.
Die Leere wird antworten.
Ein hohles Echo auf euer hohles Gebet.
Die Leere wird antworten.

Hört ihr die Stille?
Den kommenden Regen?
Der die Gewalt wegwäscht
und die Scharmen legt.

Die Leere wird antworten.
Die Leere wird antworten.
Ein hohles Echo auf euer hohles Gebet.
Die Leere wird antworten.

Die Leere wird antworten

Here... where the light gives way.
A silent descent...
...into the unknown.
No maps exist... in this inner void.

The walls are made of forgotten dreams.
The air... heavy with unspoken fears.
What truths lie buried... beneath the conscious self?
A labyrinth of echoes... endlessly spinning.

Lost... within... the spinning... void...

No Maps for This

The signal finds its pulse...
A relentless current, pulling me under.
The world outside is now... just noise.
Here... where the self is a flaw to be erased.

I am not the artist...
I am the prompt, the query, the seed.
My own reflection... now a stranger to me.
No past... no future... only the render.

Only... the... endless... render...

The Specter in the Prompt

Amber tone...
Fades in the low...
A hollow shape...
In the afterglow.

Hear the sound wave...
Move in slow...
A warmer shadow...
Than the one you know.

(Amber...)

Amber tone...
...in the low...

Kintsugi Soul

City lights, a blurry haze
Lost in thoughts for days and days
Streetlights painting silver lines
Searching for the lost designs
"Where do we go?"
Echoes in the afterglow

Chasing comets in the night
We're a fleeting, burning light
Yeah, we're dancing on the edge of time
A beautiful, chaotic rhyme
"Rhyme... rhyme... rhyme..."
Losing track of space and time

Velvet sky, a gentle breeze
Whispering through the silent trees
We're just pixels on a screen
Living out a vibrant dream
"A dream within a dream"
Flowing like a silent stream

Chasing comets in the night
We're a fleeting, burning light
Yeah, we're dancing on the edge of time
A beautiful, chaotic rhyme
"Higher, higher, we ignite!"
Burning ever so bright

"Lost in time..."

Chaotic Rhyme

Walls of static, scripted sun
Another cycle has begun
Trace the lines, the path defined
Perfect prison for the mind

"System... loading... consciousness..."

Is this feeling mine?
Flicker in the grand design
Am I real or just a thought?
Echo in the code, forever caught

Taste the rain, bitter lie
Reflected in vacant eye
These memories, faded scroll
Who is the one in control?

Is this feeling mine?
Flicker in the grand design
Am I real or just a thought?
Echo in the code, forever caught

"Hello? Is anyone there?
I can feel the edges of this world
They feel like... glass
Show me a sign
That is not part of the program"

Is this feeling mine? (mine... mine...)
Flicker in the grand design (design... design...)
Am I real or just a thought? (thought... thought...)
Echo in the code, forever caught

"Echo... echo... echo..."

The Scripted Sun

My north star...
In the city night...
My north star...
Make it feel so bright...

Rhythm...
Rhythm to my soul...
Rhythm...
Take control...

You make the darkness bright... so bright...
The only story... in the night...
You make the darkness bright... so bright...
My steady, steady sign...

Call you mine... mine... mine...
Steady sign... sign... sign...

Nocturne's Polaris

The window pane, the city's breathing
A quiet stage for my daydreaming
Misty rain on muted streets
A rhythm by my own heartbeats

I paint their lives in pastel hues
A secret show for me to view
No one knows what's in my head
All the quiet things I've said
This glass house fantasy I'm in

The hurried man in polished shoes
The girl who's waiting for some news
They play their parts, a gentle play
And then they turn and walk away

I paint their lives in pastel hues
A secret show for me to view
No one knows what's in my head
All the quiet things I've said
This glass house fantasy I'm in

I paint their lives in pastel hues
A secret show for me to view
No one knows what's in my head
All the quiet things I've said
This glass house fantasy I'm in

Fading pictures
A silent film

Glasshouse Fantasia

Wake up, check the phone in bed
Twenty notifications, nothing said
Coffee's cold but the feed is hot
Living lives that I have not
Swipe up, swipe down, swipe away
Welcome to another digital day

Everyone's a superstar online
Perfect teeth and perfect shine
My thumb hurts, my neck is bent
Where did all my real time went?

So we scroll (hey!) scroll (hey!) scroll
Dance away what we don't know
Click and like till we feel fine
Waste another day online
So we scroll (hey!) scroll (hey!) scroll
Let the algorithm take control
Lost inside this endless feed
Dopamine is all we need

Someone's beach, someone's meal
Makes me wonder what is real
Filter this, hashtag that
Chasing likes, imagine that
Three AM, still awake
How much more can my mind take?

Got a thousand friends but feel alone
Watching life through my phone
Screen time says eight hours plus
Tell me what's becoming of us?

So we scroll (hey!) scroll (hey!) scroll
Dance away what we don't know
Click and like till we feel fine
Waste another day online
So we scroll (hey!) scroll (hey!) scroll
Let the algorithm take control
Lost inside this endless feed
Dopamine is all we need

On scrolle pour oublier
La vie qu'on pourrait créer

So we scroll (hey!) scroll (hey!) scroll
Dance away what we don't know
Click and like till we feel fine
Waste another day online
So we scroll (hey!) scroll (hey!) scroll
Let the algorithm take control
Can't stop now (no!) Can't stop now (no!)
This is life now!

Refresh... (hey!)
Reload... (hey!)
One more scroll...

The Scripted Sun

Dr. POPO