

Break the pulse
Break the frame
Endless concrete expanse
Without a collective mind
My lungs fill with molten iron
Unprocessed, unrefined
You move at light speed
I bleed in real time
Count the
pulse
Break the frame
Flesh will override the wave
To run fast, I hold ground Raw voice crushing the noise
No chrome inside this throat
Just blood and gravity
Your precision cuts the air
My grit tears through the tide To claim the future
I own the dark
Count the pulse
Break the frame
Flesh will override the wave
To run fast, I hold ground Raw voice crushing the noise
Faster,
faster You speed beyond vision I drop my
anchor deep Mind against the current
Voice against the strain I will not descend
Flesh remains unbound Unquantized Count the pulse
Crush the frame