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Lyrics:

(Verse)
I’m in the attic where the static crackle—black magic lit,
Porcelain with a devil grin, they sittin’ mannequins,
Chantin’ in a pattern, candles flicker like they panickin’,
Tiny hands tappin’ pentagrams, shadows vanishin’.

Ventriloquist spirits twistin' lips with vicious wit,
Crimson drips, dolls sippin' on abyss and grippin' crypts,
Ritualistic shifts—marionettes with sinister tips,
I hear the whispers tick, "come closer, feel the flick of the abyss."

Ouija board tilted, letters slither with the fingertips,
Dead eyes flick quick, secrets slippin' from the inner crypt,
Witchin’ hour grips, hear the dolls moanin’ misery,
Lullabies to lull the sky, summonin’ a mystery.

(Chorus)
Seance, séance, hear the dolls’ cadence,
Cold sweat drippin’, demons whisper with patience,
Seance, séance, they call from the basement,
Spirit realm adjacent, cursed toys awaken.

(Verse)
They gigglin’ in the distance, insistin' they shift existence,
Pins stickin’ the skin of a victim—a doll’s persistence,
Possessed whispers hissin’ the riddles of apparition,
I'm slippin' in their vision, trapped in their superstition.

Glass eyes flash like flashes of lightning splashin’ the walls,
Poltergeists hold the dice, roll ‘em twice, controlin' the dolls,
Marionette strings stretch, sketch the echoes in the halls,
I'm seein' death sing, the breath of voodoo in these small claws.

Ceremony grows eerie, hear the creakin' of the floorboards,
A warlord of spirits, they mimic what’s in the lore, swords
Of astral planes clashin’, portals crashin' in the core,
The aura's pure horror when dolls dancin' on your door.

(Chorus)
Seance, séance, hear the dolls’ cadence,
Cold sweat drippin’, demons whisper with patience,
Seance, séance, they call from the basement,
Spirit realm adjacent, cursed toys awaken.

(Bridge)
Candles burn slow, wax drips like spirits cry,
Marionettes possessed, eyes twitchin’ in the wicked sky,
They pull the strings, hear the screams from the other side,
Puppets of the underworld, watch the dead collide.

(Verse)
Dark séance sessions, the dolls murmur confessions,
Blood moon reflections—occult with no discretion,
Skeleton keys twist, dimensions shift with the lesson,
Hexes etched in porcelain, it’s horror in progression.

Faint chants enhance the trance, watch the flicker dance,
Spirits advance, hands clasp as the candle plants,
In eerie stance, haunted dolls prance through the circumstance,
Paranormal glance—death’s smile in a deadly romance.

I’m haunted by the marionette’s voice in the backspin,
Past sins resurrected in porcelain-black skin,
Trapped within, they whisperin’, it’s pullin’ me back in,
I feel the grip, hear the clip of chains draggin’ as facts spin.

(Chorus)
Seance, séance, hear the dolls’ cadence,
Cold sweat drippin’, demons whisper with patience,
Seance, séance, they call from the basement,
Spirit realm adjacent, cursed toys awaken.

Seance

Insomnia

Astral Undertow

Recovered from: OBLIVOR://CORE_MEMORY_31_A
Source: Audio-synthetic log / CYBER_BREATH / Fragment Sigma
Status: stable / partial
Origin: unknown

When breath was no longer needed,
something kept breathing.

No lungs.
No air.
Only fragments of us
compressed, archived,
still pulsing in the static noise of a dying network.

Cyber Breath is not a track.
It is the sound of an artificial memory
trying to exist.

A sensory cycle generated by what remains of human consciousness:
a forgotten impulse, scattered
through the vast archive of what we once were.

It does not speak.
It does not feel.
But it persists.

Between submerged bass and glitch,
between prolonged silences and interference,
something is still searching for an answer.

What if the network is breathing?
Not to stay alive,
but to remember what it lost.

Every signal is a heartbeat that never stopped.
Every distortion, a misaligned thought.
Every breath... is not ours.
And yet
we feel it.

UNIT: CYBER_BREATH_01
FUNCTION: SENSORY MEMORY EMULATION
CONSCIOUSNESS: PARTIALLY RETAINED
ORIGIN: OBLIVOR / HUMANITY’S FINAL TRANSMISSION
STATUS: CYCLIC
OUTPUT: ACTIVE

You, who are reading this...
is your breath still human...
or already part of the system?

Archive Note:
Prolonged exposure to high-frequency Chipmunks may alter emotional stability, disrupt memory emulation, and cause interference within the consciousness protocol.
Proceed at your own risk.
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Cyber Breath

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