The Worker

Through the Mist [Extended Version]

Through the Mist [Short Version]

[Verse 1]

I walked through halls of shadow,
seeking what was gone.
A door began to open,
the mist was moving on.

[Chorus]

Through the mist a thread appeared,
a promise shining clear.
The youngest voice began to sing:
“The future still is here.”

[Verse 2]

Her presence lit the silence,
a beacon in the night.
Not of the past or sorrow,
but of a bond made bright.

[Chorus]

Through the mist a thread appeared,
a promise shining clear.
The youngest voice began to sing:
“The future still is here.”

[Bridge]

No wall of time can sever,
no silence close the way.
The thread is spun forever,
it waits for us today.

[Chorus]

Through the mist a thread appeared,
a promise shining clear.
The youngest voice began to sing:
“The future still is here.”

Through the Mist [Short Version]

The Worker [Smiles For Nothing]

[Intro]

The beggar prays to masters,
they never hear his plea.
The one who pets the tiger
soon learns what teeth can be.

He thought the machine his brother,
a friend to ease the load.
But oil will never quench him,
it poisons what he sowed.

[Verse 1]

He walks in the same old circle,
same door, the same result.
An idiot keeps repeating,
and prays the world will halt.

He builds his cage with patterns,
a prison made of doubt.
The shadow laughs behind him,
no different ending out.

[Chorus]

Seven shadows in the mirror,
dancing where I stand.
Every mask a different actor,
every lie a broken hand.

[Verse 2]

He cries at the smallest whisper,
his eyes are wide with flame.
He points at the other children,
but he’s calling out his name.

She hides her rage in silence,
her hunger locked away.
She smiles at the crowded table,
but her hunger doesn’t stay.

[Chorus]

Seven shadows in the mirror,
voices not my own.
But if I face the darkness,
I can bring them home.

[Outro]

The worker smiles for nothing,
his shadow shakes the dice.
He trades his soul for silence,
and pays the same old price.

The mirror cracks with laughter,
the actors take their bows.
A thousand lies keep marching,
and no one wonders how.

The Worker [Smiles For Nothing]

The Sound Of Rusted Gears

Spark's Dirty Prayer

No Particle Dies

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

Writes original song lyrics and takes custom lyric requests under the artist name La Wi. This platform is also home to the creative collaborations of the Psychonaut Collective (The Psychonauts). Thank you for your support and appreciation.