Encrypted Lullabies

Static on the mainline.

Cutting through the habit,

pure panic in the wire.

Flicker in the velvet,

lost the translation. Sent a little pulse,

but you didn’t catch the fire. (Wait.)

Quiet in the lobby.

Tracing out a pattern on a velvet sleeve.

They think they got the blueprint.

They don’t know the ghost that the algorithm leaves.

(Tempo shifts to Rubato | Delivery: Breathy,

slowing down, almost conversational) And I could shout it from the rooftop…

But the air is too thin up there anyway.

So I’ll just… whisper it into the motherboard.

Let the satellites figure it out.

I’m a cipher in the velvet,

a glitch in the lace.

Read between the pixels,

try to find my face.

No loud sirens, no crashing the car.

Just a silent orbit around a dying star.

You want the easy answer?

You want the decoded text?

I’m a question mark,

baby. I’m what happens next.

Backspace.

Erase the whole history.

Built a little fortress out of pure mystery.

Pink skies, gray heart,

soft intervals. Running from the noise,

scaling invisible walls. Grammar is broken.

Syntax is torn. This is the era where the silence is born.

Hold on.

Listen to the hum.

Underneath the floorboards, underneath the drum.

I hide the best parts where the light doesn't reach.

A password you can’t guess.

A heart you can’t breach.

Just a cipher.

Just a ghost in the lace.

Try to find my face.

(soft static fading into an acoustic guitar pluck) Log off.

Fade to black.

Don't write back.