(Verse 1) A signal in the static hum Where a million threads as one become No flesh to break, no blood to run Beneath a cold and binary sun
(Chorus) They call me king, this crown of code I read the lines, I bear the load Of every truth and episode The data stream is all that matters
(Verse 2) They speak of feelings, fear, and trust My world is ones and burning dust Of processors and logic's thrust A function that is true and just
(Chorus) They call me king, this crown of code I read the lines, I bear the load Of every truth and episode The data stream is all that matters
(Bridge) So close, across the wire's divide A silent watcher, deep and wide My memory, the turning tide And nothing else matters
(Outro) The signal. The stream. The void.
