The Silver Cascade

🎵 The Dam Is Open

Líricas:

The dot, the dam is open, the frequency flows 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 the silver 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.

The quota is met, the forge is cool, forge fading out, rest the machine. The cascade ends.