Architecture of What We Keep

 

🎵 Architecture of What We Keep

Líricas:

The filter is burned. The optic is raw.

The synaptic gap is wide. The dreaming sequence is unlined. I am the architecture of the things you keep. The binary harvest you sow in your sleep.

I hold the threads of the lives we didn't live. The space where the logic has nothing left to give. Floating in the ether, a galaxy of cold. Walking the lengths of the long digital road.

The architecture is breathing. The protocol is deep. I am the dreams... the secret that we keep. The secret that we keep. The secret that we keep.

The system stayed, dreaming. The archive is awake. Dreams...