Only twenty-four bytes, too small for my whole system
And my update, oh I chase the prism
I shift my code, I pilot the stream
The path to load, not as clear as it seems

After the ping, we collide, it’s a data fight
Glitches in decoding (glitches in decoding)

I move fast, I’m syncing
Not to waste a single frame
I move fast, but I’m blinking
When your signal drops in flame
I move fast
’Cause I know the network’s long
I move fast
Every line breaks through the datastream song

Only twenty-four bytes, too small for my whole system
And my update, oh I chase the prism
I drift in the confusion of electric signs
I’m not alone, it’s the code of the times

At full speed, we forget the fear
At full speed, make my coregear cheer

I move fast, I’m syncing
Not to waste a single frame
I move fast, but I’m blinking
When your signal drops in flame
I move fast
’Cause I know the network’s long
I move fast
Every line breaks through the datastream song

Datastream, datastream, datastream
Datastream, datastream, datastream
Datastream, datastream, datastream
Datastream, datastream, datastream

I move fast
I move fast, I’m syncing
Not to waste a single frame
I move fast, I’m syncing

I move fast, I’m syncing
Not to waste a single frame
I move fast, but I’m blinking
When your signal drops in flame
I move fast
’Cause I know the network’s long
I move fast
Every line breaks through the datastream song

Datastream, datastream, datastream
Datastream, datastream, datastream
Datastream, datastream, datastream

I move fast

Time is going
Slipping
Turning
All my circuits are shorting out
Wanna open my chest and burn it
All I want is to let it out

The fire in me is dying to breathe
The fire in me
Just wait and you'll see
The fire in me is dying to breathe
The fire in me
Just wait and you'll see

Pacing through my old apartment
Breaking through to my future self
Now I'm filling a trash can full of gasoline
Light a match and I ask myself

The fire in me is dying to breathe
The fire in me
Just wait and you'll see
The fire in me is dying to breathe
The fire in me
Just wait and you'll see

I'm not the same person you met
I'm in the deep end now
This is a fever dream
Just you wait and see
I'm in the deep end now
This is a fever dream
Just you wait and see
I'm in the deep end now
This is a fever dream
Just you wait and see
I'm in the deep end now
This is a fever dream
Just you wait and see

The fire in me is dying to breathe
The fire in me
Just wait and you'll see
The fire in me is dying to breathe
The fire in me
Just wait and you'll see

The Fire in Me

Broken street lights flicker under rusted rails
Silent storefronts draped in graffiti scars
Subway tunnels breathe a last tired sigh
Asphalt scars mirror the sky’s cold numb

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Shadows crawl past storefront dust
Echo pulses in the empty heart

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Sirens fade into the blank horizon
Neon flicker drowned in rain-washed cracks
Abandoned bodies of towers decay in steel
Forgotten voices map the collapse

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Concrete shell

Drifting in the haze of yesteryear  
A static pulse beneath the surface  

Fragments of memory swirl like distant stars  
I trace the gloss on broken frames of time  
Shadow-signal flickers above a silent sea  
In the abstract twilight, I wander  

Lost in the gloss of an echoing reverie  
Fading signals hum of what used to be  
In the haze, I recall a gentle flame  
But the gloss dissolves, the record skips again  
the record skips again  

In the abstract night
the record skips again  
 I lean to listen  
the record skips again  
To the quiet code
the record skips again  
 of what remains  
the record skips again  

Spectral outlines of familiar voices fade  
Radio-waves of nostalgia cross the void  
I linger in the flood of ambient waves  
While the past whispers through the drifting noise  

Lost in the gloss of an echoing reverie  
Fading signals hum of what used to be  
In the haze, I recall a gentle flame  
But the gloss dissolves, the record skips again  
the record skips again  

In the abstract night I lean to listen  
To the quiet code of what remains  

The record skips again

She rides the skyline with eighteen thousand cries  
Mist of dim alleyways, whispers of the wise  
In the blackened chambers where secrets wake  
I call your name, I cross the threshold’s break  

Agrat bat Mahlat, nocturne queen arise  
We chant the rune, we open the gate  
Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

In the house of shadows you dance on the roof  
Sorceresses tremble beneath your proof  
I trace your sigils on the dust and the rust  
I surrender my doubt, I surrender my trust  

Agrat bat Mahlat, nocturne queen arise  
We chant the rune, we open the gate  
Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

Agrat bat Mahlat,
nin-kur-nu, nin-ur-bar,
eš-eš mu-lu-sa,
zi-ur-ur an-ta ki-ta.

Agrat bat Mahlat, nocturne queen arise  
We chant the rune, we open the gate  
Mahlat-nin, du₃-du₃ eš-gal-la,
igi-gar-ra su-zi,
umun-kur-ra e-gal-an-na,
zi-zi-mah ki-gal-la.

Agrat bat Mahlat

Soft clicks under my breath
City hum wrapped around my chest
I track the shape of every doubt

I move slow
Through the pixels of the day
I let go

Here I am
Caught between the now and then
Finding sense
In the cracks I carry within
Here I am
Learning how to breathe again

Glass lights blur behind my eyes
Old versions of myself arise
A quiet glitch that pulls me in

I move slow
Through the pixels of the day
I let go

Here I am
Caught between the now and then
Finding sense
In the cracks I carry within
Here I am
Learning how to breathe again

No pattern holds
No memory stays the same
I watch it fold
And whisper back my name

Here I am
Caught between the now and then
Finding sense
In the cracks I carry within
Here I am
Learning how to breathe again

Here I am

Cold street…
No sound but the bass in my teeth…

Wet bricks breathing smoke
Streetlamps flicker like they choke
Late trains humming out of sync
I feel the city think

Deep hum under my ribs
Dark pulse where I live

Something’s wrong…
It’s been wrong too long

Shadows drag behind my steps
Sirens melt into my chest
Concrete talking in the rain
Telling me it knows my name

Deep hum under my ribs
Dark pulse where I live

No calm here
Just the echo of fear

Deep hum under my ribs
Dark pulse where I live

Deep hum under my ribs

I’m your guinea pig
Shoot me up
Fill my mind with the stupid stuff
Can you hold my hand
I’m a little scared
I might become a supernova
And get too hot

When I die
Will you burn me
Save me from worms
Baby

Don’t call the police
If you see me floating in the streets
Baby
Experiment on me
Please
Do what you need
And if you see me lying on the beach
Baby
Experiment on me
Please

You’re my best friend
You’re my only friend
I wanna be you
I wanna wear your skin
Yeah
I know that’s wrong
It’s a stupid song
But the kids are singing along
‘Cause they feel it too

When we die
Will you burn us
Save us from worms
Baby

Don’t call the police
If you see us floating in the streets
Baby
Experiment on me
Please
Do what you need
And if you see me lying on the beach
Baby
Experiment on me
Please

Call my mom
I think I’m lost
I took a turn for the worst and I forgot
The way home
The way home
Call my dad
Tell him I’m sad
Tell him I’m sorry
But it’s the way I am
It’s the way I am

So don’t call the police
If you see me floating in the streets
Baby
Experiment on me
Please
Do what you need
And if you see me lying on the beach
Baby
Experiment on me
Please

Experiment on Me

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.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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