[Verse 1]
I map the mapless, black-glass, backstab atlas, practice tactics,
Tap fast — last gasp, mask fractures, stamina's static practice.
Heartbeat in my headset, heartbeat in the chipset,
Frame-rate faith, fate waits — baited, I bait the abyss yet.
Checklist of cursed gifts: pyro, parry, pry and pivot,
Rhyme-sling reflex, hex-sling, flex-swing, physics vivid.
Message: "Try rolling!" — rolling like code rolling through compilers,
I dodge a death-loop, telegraph the terror with toothy smiles.

[Pre-Chorus]
Echoes in the cathedral, whispers like a glitch in dialogue,
Lore spilling syllables, syllabi of analog monologues.
Checkpoint charred like charcoal sketches in my palm,
I kindle, kindle, kindle — cradle chaos, keep calm.

[Chorus]
Respawn, reforge, reframe the ritual, retry, refine, repeat,
Grinding for the echoes that etch the edges of defeat.
We learn in loops — looped proofs, loopholes, loose-leaf feats,
Bonfire burning bright in binary beats, we beat the beat.

[Verse 2]
Glass blades, brass braids of spells I braided in the tutorial,
Stat pages, rage phases, stage-sage reading the memorial.
Bonk the big bell, bellows of the belligerent behemoth,
I thread thin windows — wind-sin, wrist-spin, whittle the behemoth.
Multisyllable missile: cripple, critical, cryptic clinical,
I triangulate, translate, escalate toward pinnacle.
Player-versus-pride, patience is the power-up I hoard,
I farm my failures into feathers for the flaming sword.

[Bridge]
Summon sign, white line, I sign on for the subtle sting,
Bloodstain replay — a ballet of bad bets and blessed swings.
Invasion, abrasion — phantom footsteps in the nether,
But every cut's a lecture, every scar's a mind-weather.

[Pre-Chorus (variation)]
NPCs with nonsense answers, fractal riddles in the rafters,
I piece the pieces like puzzles, patchwork armor, laughter after.
Estus of the ethos: sip slow, savor, count the frames,
Method in the madness — methodical, meticulous games.

[Chorus]
Respawn, reforge, reframe the ritual, retry, refine, repeat,
Grinding for the echoes that etch the edges of defeat.
We learn in loops — looped proofs, loopholes, loose-leaf feats,
Bonfire burning bright in binary beats, we beat the beat.

[Outro]
So I get good at the grind, not just grind but grind with grace,
Code the cadence, cadence the code — carve runes into the base.
From ember to ember I remember every narrow pass,
The glory is the getting-gutted, getting up, and getting past.

Bonfire Syntax

I do experimental nerdcore hip hop with lyrics and music openly generated by A.I.

Bonfire Syntax

MC A.I.