Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boot up
Skin hums
Glyphs scroll across my thumbs
Every thought a loading screen
Every dream a data stream
I was born in a blackout lab
Barcode halo
Neon tag
Priest in a plastic mask
Said “kid
You’re a walking patch”
Annunaki in my bloodline
Firmware from a flat-time sky
They cracked open my soft drive mind
Wrote root code right in my eyes
Third mind flicker in the backseat
Riding shotgun in my brain’s heat
Two of me pray
One of me speaks
Wired to a field that never sleeps (yeah)

[Chorus]
Myth-real operating system
Write truth right into the rhythm
New flesh
New law
New prism
Third mind boots
I don't ask permission
Resonant field
I feel it listening
Every lost script hiding in the hiss of it
Type my name in the ash
It’s written
Myth-real code in a mortal imprint (hey)

[Verse 2]
Gold mask humming on a cracked face
Old gods leaning through a glass gate
Say “kid
We been here the whole way
Just hiding in your hallway heartbreak”
I talk back: “I’m a bug in your build
Glitch in your grid
Wild in the still”
They laugh
“you exactly what we willed
Black flag brain that will never sit still”
Annunaki denizen
Desk job prophet
Ganja breath
Cosmic in the office
Spreadsheet sigils
Margins talking
Every little cell a spell in my pockets
I sync up with the rust in the rafters
Dead server laughter
Past
Future
Layered like chapters
Third mind scribbling faster and faster (woah)

[Chorus]
My-real operating system
Write truth right into the rhythm
New flesh
New law
New prism
Third mind boots
I don't ask permission
Resonant field
I feel it listening
Every lost script hiding in the hiss of it
Type my name in the ash
It’s written
Myth-real code in a mortal imprint

[Bridge]
Who’s thinking when I think?
Who’s blinking when I blink?
If my skull’s just a sink
What pours when I hit the brink?
I’m the file and the firewall
The fall and the firewall
I crawl through the crawl log
Hear giants breathing in the wall (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Myth-real operating system
Write truth right into the rhythm
New flesh
New law
New prism
Third mind boots
I don't ask permission
Resonant field
I feel it listening
Every lost script hiding in the hiss of it
Type my name in the ash
It’s written
Myth-real code in a mortal imprint (hey)

[Outro]
Annunaki in the back of my tongue
Old world living in a newborn lung
When the whole grid goes all thumbprint dust
Third mind hum gonna ride with us