"STATIC GLOW"

(hush...) Cold air, low glow (tik...

tok...

tik) Hold your breath,

let it slow (shhh...) A pulse beneath the stone

A light that hasn’t shown

Mouth clicks in the dark (hmm...

hmm...) Thin sparks draw a mark

Clockwork in the deep

Something waking

from its sleep

A breath in the wires A flicker,

not a flame

The room learns the rhythm

But nothing sounds the same

Night turns in the wire

Berimbau calls through the fire

Sopilka sings in a line Bandura shimmers through time Deep in the

sub, I feel it rise Reese haze in the open sky

Ticks and hiss, a fractured ring Still,

the whole room starts to sing

Hold that tension, don’t release Fold the rhythm,

break the peace Seven steps and then we turn Every shadow starts

to burn A slight st-still in the voice Then it locks back

into place We lean toward the edge of sound With a steel-blue

pulse and grace

Rise, rise, through the static glow Ancient pulse in a cyber flow

Berimbau leads, let the engines roll In E minor,

we lose control Rise,

rise, never fade to black Tension cuts,

then it hits right back From the hush to the thunder’s roar

We don’t settle anymore

Distant strings in the smoke Detuned shards,

a breath of oak Hydraulic hiss and laser rain Feeding grit through

the frame Industrial drums,

sharp and clean Crack the silence in between Every bar bends out

of shape Yet the groove won’t break

Lean in close, the pressure climbs Skips and stutters,

fractured time Five by seven,

out of line Still it locks in every time Distant voices in

the mesh Proud and cold,

then gone Every layer adds a glare Like a signal holding on

Rise, rise, through the static glow Ancient pulse in a cyber flow

Berimbau leads, let the engines roll In E minor,

we lose control Rise,

rise, never fade to black Tension cuts,

then it hits right back From the hush to the thunder’s roar

We don’t settle anymore

Breath and pulse, then a spark in the void Bandura tone,

then the low end deployed Shhh...

wait...

Ticks in the dark Then the kick returns like a signal arc

Steel on steel, and the room goes wide Subterranean waves in a

buried tide No soft landing,

no easy sign Just the next pulse pulling the line

Proud and strange, we stand in the frame Old blood,

new code, one electric flame Sopilka weeps,

the drones hold fast All that was broken can still outlast

Hydraulic light in a broken prayer Clockwork breath in the open air

We move as one through the fractured spark Guided by tone in

the deep black dark

Rise, rise, through the static glow Ancient pulse in a cyber flow

Berimbau leads, let the engines roll In E minor,

we lose control Rise,

rise, now the tempo climbs From 80 into 130 time Every hit

turns sharp and pure Tense and fearless to the core

(hush...) One last pulse in the wire

(tik...

tok... tik) Still rising higher Berimbau fading into light We were built

for this night