Catacomb Signal

…signal lost… …signal returning… something’s moving under the sound… I hear it in the walls… I hear it in the ground… every silence got weight now… like it’s waiting for a sound… (sub‑bass wobble becomes the voice) I don’t talk… I transmit every thought turn static split I been coded in the dark where the signal never quit I don’t move like I’m alive I move like I’m still decoding every moment got a crack and I fall right through the loading system breaking in my chest but it sound like it’s alive like the chaos got a rhythm and it teaches me to survive don’t listen… don’t resist… let it take… let it twist… *(vocal chops: “signal… signal… break… break…”) * if I become the signal… do I still exist… or am I just the echo of something I missed… I AM THE SIGNAL (echo) I AM THE SIGNAL (echo) every system bends when I speak through it every silence cracks when I breathe through it I AM THE SIGNAL …signal lost… …signal accepted…