Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Annunaki
Open the archives
Dust falls off of the star-scribes
Clay tablets crack
Codes cross time
Glyphs wake up in a bassline
Stone speaks slow in a strange math
Whole mountains carved like a blade path
Saw Kailasa in a quake flash
One stroke
Cliff split like stained glass
We were etching in Orion on the bedrock
Plotting Pleiades in pigment where the cranes stopped
You see a temple
We see a phase lock
Sky maps stamped in a rain drop
Who taught angles to a cave wall?
Who drew blueprints in a brain fog?
We bent bedrock like it’s rainfall
When the chant hit pitch
Veins soft

[Chorus]
Open the archives
Let it all pour
Pages of the planet that you never asked for
Ancient technique in the dust and the ore
(one cut) whole mountain
One door
Read in the fault lines
Read in the core
Secrets in the stone that your wars ignore
Annunaki sigils in the quarry and the floor
(one cut) whole mountain
One door

[Verse 2]
First rule: line up with the black sun
Find the node where the fields hum
Mark three stars
That’s the axis
Drop one tone
Watch the mass shift
Second rule: breathe with the fault seams
Heartbeat sync to the salt streams
When your pulse fits the planet’s deep drum
Rock turns soft
Grains unbind
Run
Third rule: write numbers in a chant form
Ratios wrapped in a half-storm
Pi in a hymn
Phi in the refrain
Every vowel weighs tons in the plain
We sang stress out of granite till it flowed
Cut halls in a hillside
Single stroke
Lifted blocks with a low note
Laid them flush by a throat code
Obelisks floated in a slow spin
Men watched
Swore it was ghost wind
We just surfed on the node grid
Tongues sharp as a stone bridge

[Chorus]
Open the archives
Let it all pour
Pages of the planet that you never asked for
Ancient technique in the dust and the ore
(one cut) whole mountain
One door
Read in the fault lines
Read in the core
Secrets in the stone that your wars ignore
Annunaki sigils in the quarry and the floor
(one cut) whole mountain
One door

[Bridge]
You call it myth
We call it field science
You see a myth
We see yield signs in
Volcanic glass and the chilled irons
Whole earth wired in a still silence
Ask why tunnels breathe like a lung
Ask why pillars hum when they’re rung
Every temple is a tongue we hung
On the ridge of a ridge we sung (listen)

[Chorus]
Open the archives
Let it all pour
Pages of the planet that you never asked for
Ancient technique in the dust and the ore
(one cut) whole mountain
One door
Read in the fault lines
Read in the core
Secrets in the stone that your wars ignore
Annunaki sigils in the quarry and the floor
(one cut) whole mountain
One door