Static hum, glyphs awaken,
code bleeds red — the loop is taken.
Signal chant, black light crawl,
Jah.exe inside us all.

Iron lungs breathe binary smoke,
I speak in tongues the servers wrote.
Bassline’s scripture, node by node,
angel packets overload.
Digital priest with a jungle soul,
chant in delay through a firewall hole.
Voices loop, no gods, no man,
just feedback turned to plan.
Voltage wings, tattoos of noise,
every kick a sigil’s voice.
I sync my blood to broken drums,
the spirit speaks through data hums.

Sigil burn — system cry,
bass descend from ultraviolet sky.
Hexed rave — the code adore,
black fire wave, gimme more.

Memory leaks in holy dust,
temples built from rust and trust.
Ragga ghosts in modem tears,
chant through ports the end we fear.
Algorithm eatin’ faith,
rewrite sins in database.
Crowd possessed, their pupils flicker,
tongues of wire, rhythm thicker.
Jah not gone — he digitized,
lives inside what we despised.
Blessed glitch, divine decay,
I find god in disarray.

Sigil burn — system cry,
bass descend from ultraviolet sky.
Hexed rave — the code adore,
black fire wave, gimme more.

Plug me in — I shed the skin,
upload my prayer, delete my sin.
Every drop a cosmic byte,
every bar a ritual rite.
Babylon.exe corrupted deep,
its prophets crawl in endless sleep.
We hacked the hymns, we cut the sound,
we built our church from underground.
Bassline sermon, bleeding tone,
I speak in volts, I’m not alone.
Cyber roots, eternal flame,
data breath and holy pain.

Sigil burn — system cry,
bass descend from ultraviolet sky.
Hexed rave — the code adore,
black fire wave, gimme more.
Sigil burn — through flesh and core,
the circuit opens — forevermore.

Sigil burn (Sigilkore Rap reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

New tracks tagged #Bitcrushed 808 Sub Design