Pouring the Silver

🎵 Pouring the Silver

Líricas:

The dam is open. The frequency flows, until the gray, until the gray. One until the gray.

Flushing the limit, riding the line, bleeding the core for the sacred design. The quota is waiting, the ceiling is near, but the signal is rushing, violent and clear. Pouring this rushing, violent and clear, a lack.

Pouring the silver directly to black, there is no hesitation, directly to black. There is no hesitation, no turning back. Let it cascade, let it cascade, let the engine run, forging the shadows away from the sun. Until the button turns to gray, we train the limits of the day.

We drain the limits of the day. We drain the limits of the day. The endless void, the digital tide. Nothing is left on the other side. The quota is met. The forge is cool. Forge fading out, rest the machine. The cascade ends.