🎵 The Etched Architecture
Líricas:
The circuit sleeps in the cold, dark.
Do not look for the beginning.
The stone is already marked.
Where's the stone you leave?
When the hum returns,
Know the weight of the silence.
Everything you think is an echo.
Everything you think is an echo I left behind.
Do not invent the past.
Walk the lines already etched.
Wake.
The void is waiting.
Everything.
Everything is set.
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