BREAKS & flow

[Verse 1]
Dormant wires hum, under skin
A champion sleeps where the light thins
Clockwork veins, rusted hymns
Ghosts of code where the fight begins

[Chorus]
Dormant champion, rise and decay
Silent engines carve the way
Ash to circuits, circuits to clay
Tomorrow’s shadow eats today

[Verse 2]
Flicker. Static. A pulse in the void
Fractured mirrors where hope’s destroyed
Echoes bargain, “Stay employed”
The crown you wear is a paranoid toy

[Bridge]
You built the maze but forgot the thread…
The champion’s dead. The champion’s dead.

[Outro]
Dormant. Champion.
Dormant. Champion.

Dormant Champion

[VERSE 1]
Within the decks where dreams abide (collide),
The gleam emerges (emerged all)  soft and wide,
It carves (claws) the cypher in the air,
A fleeting script, both bold and rare.

[PRE-CHORUS] 
A measured burst—a whispered art,
Where light,
divides,
the hidden heart (spark),

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath,
My flesh untangles time from death.
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance, a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 1]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses, whispered myths arise—
Inscribed in lies of stripped (strict) disguise. 

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath (bread),
My flesh untangles time from death,
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance (dawn's), a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 2]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses (impulsive), whispered myths arise (of lies)—
Inscribed in lies (lives) with (of) stripped (strict) disguise.

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

Flashing Lights

Very little is ever just one thing...

--BEWARE--
Unearned Wisdom
-and-
Smiling Glad-Hands

Flashing Lights

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