iAMN0MLY - Signature in Static

This song is dedicated to the most hard working and professional lieutenant in ETD-4 of the BAC "Skia" from Neverness to Everness! Song: "Signature in Static" © 2026 iAMN0MLY. [Lyrics] Neat lines… hold the grid… Sign it clean… even when the strokes run hurried… Black hound watching… static in the blood… Ink on paper, every curve locked with intent Martial artist spirit in the name, but the depth was never spent Ex-company etiquette, signature training elite Flourish for the clients, make the impression concrete Now the connecting strokes got haste, pressure from the missions Emergency cleanup piling, system in remission I file the anomalies, stamp the chaos in place One rigid signature holding back the tide of strange Meeting room lights, silhouette rising tall Monster in the projection, they try not to see at all Office worker died the day the Esper took the frame But the suit still fits, and I still play the game Frog in the water, temperature climbing slow They said break down completely if you wanna let go But I built new routines where the weird ones roam Lieutenant of the wreckage, imposing order alone Order in the fracture, protocol in the void No gods in the mainframe, just the work I deploy Neat lines in the static, carving through the noise Black hound at my shoulder, teeth sunk in the code Extra ribs on the tray, I nod and walk away Extra sugar in the brew from another dimension’s vein I don’t pray, I maintain — this the only road I know Signature in static, still defining the frame Cafeteria lady enthusiastic with the bone-in pile “He’s not an Oddity, ma’am” — embarrassed smile I stare at the balanced meal, perfectly composed Then take the tray in silence, leave the questions unopposed Team says I’m steady, competent, no weird temper here They don’t see the pillar cracking under atmosphere Ms. Fei pouring coffee, strange ingredients unknown Taste like surprise and bewilderment mixed in the foam I sip it like protocol, mask never fully slips Acceptance ain’t surrender when the routine grips JTF weirdos laughing, individualism flood the hall I’m the boat against the current, steady through it all Lighter changed, the hound still watches close Reflection of a man who learned to bear the most Ex-company echoes in the scars I don’t display But the grid keeps running — I make it run my way Order in the fracture, protocol in the void No gods in the mainframe, just the work I deploy Neat lines in the static, carving through the noise Black hound at my shoulder, teeth sunk in the code Extra ribs on the tray, I nod and walk away Extra sugar in the brew from another dimension’s vein I don’t pray, I maintain — this the only road I know Signature in static, still defining the frame I was just an office worker… neat desk, golden ratio brew Now the tie got bone motifs and the mirror shows something new They see the pillar, the lieutenant, the reliable one I feel the cracks propagate when the long day’s done Who draws the lines when everything unwinds? Quiet war of acceptance… I sign it one more time… Order in the fracture, protocol in the void No salvation coming, only what I’ve employed Neat lines in the static, holding back the flood Black hound running silent, loyal in the blood Extra chaos on the tray, strange new taste I file away Still I walk the neon midnight till the break of day I don’t pray to heavens, there’s no god in the code Signature in static — this the frame I chose Sign it neat… Even when the strokes run hurried… Still complete… Black hound… keep watch.