🎵 Cold Against The Marrow
Líricas:
The black is cold against the marrow,
An etched face watching the grain shift.
We trade the pulse for the ghost grid,
Static hum in the bone fiber.
The hardened cut may twenty-fifth,
A resonance in the empty space.
Armor clanks in the binary mist,
A stone shield for a flesh heart.
Gémea draws the silence in,
Athena guards the hollowed rim.
Hardened,
Hollowed,
Held.
May twenty-fifth,
The ghost is in the light.
In the architecture of the void,
We are only this,
Flesh form in space.
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