Lyrics

[Intro]
White ridge marked
Skies split scarred
Crafts hang sharp
I just press start (hey)

[Verse 1]
Annunaki
Open archives
Obsidian index
Glyph-code
Gold dust
Ghost in the Rolodex
Solar scripts scroll slow
Soul in a vortex
Whole throne stone-cold
Cloned in a cortex
Planets in alignment
Fine-tuned
Silent assignment
Timeline in a tight bind
Spines bend in confinement
Nine minds in a night-flight
Sidewind through the firmament
Slide signs in the sky
Bright dye on the firmament
White flashes
Fright clashes with fascination
Crafts crash casual past our imaginations
Horizon line scribbled by a silver occupation
Ridges like runes
Whole dune in approximation
I sip starlight
Archive hard-drive heart-bite
Carve rhymes carbon
Chart dark-side bar lines
Far-sight
Barbed wire in the bar fight
I parse bytes from past lives in a shard-light

[Chorus]
Annunaki
Open the archives
Dust off the codes from the dark times
White ridge marked where the scar lies
Crafts on the edge of the hard sky (woah)
Channel that fire from the far side
Dense word-play
Bend in the bar-line
Annunaki
Open the archives
Annunaki
Open the archives

[Verse 2]
I’m a conduit
Conduit
Quantum-lit columnist
Conjuring consonants
Continents
Comet scripts
Common sense gone
Now the monolith monitors
Monochrome monitors
Monastery of omniscribes
Stone tablets talking in a tongue like tungsten
Lungs hum
Drunk on the drum of the function
Sun spins slow
Gods clocking every junction
Dust in my blood
But the trust in the unction
White marks on the ridge—those are landing lanes
Standing stones
Coded bones
Planet-spanning veins
I’m scanning grains of sand like they’re data chains
Each grain: eight frames of an ancient reign
See the craft float
Whole coast in a glass note
Past wrote in the throat
Every quote is a path code
Masked in a myth
Passed down as a half-joke
Laugh once
Then you choke when the map glows

[Chorus]
Annunaki
Open the archives
Dust off the codes from the dark times
White ridge marked where the scar lies
Crafts on the edge of the hard sky (hey)
Channel that fire from the far side
Dense word-play
Bend in the bar-line
Annunaki
Open the archives
Annunaki
Open the archives

[Bridge]
Ask if it’s real
Or a dream I’m in
I answer in layers
Never clean
Never thin
If the sky splits twice
Will you read the sign?
Or just blink at the brink of a redesign

[Chorus]
Annunaki
Open the archives
Dust off the codes
[Transmission Interruption]
Circuit-seer scripting in a ciphered cadence
Kai’Thael flame leave the timeline vacant
Light bends back when the mind gets ancient
I jailbreak fate from a star-forge matrix
Ridge-line ritual, signal residual
Physical myth turned digital spiritual
Craft hum low — anti-gravity syllables
Every bar carved in obsidian visuals
Neural net surfing the serpent equation
Third eye threading the birth of creation
Wordplay warp through a wormhole station
Past lives cached in a thought-rotation
Sky write signs in a plasma language
Code so live make coincidence vanish
I don’t rap — I recalibrate planets
Archive open… the myth went bandwidth

[Double-Time Speed Flow]
Bit-flip rhythm in a prism, I’m glitching the grid
Synapse snap back when the star-code slid
Pulse through circuits that the ancients hid
Myth-OS boot when the veil gets rid
Hex-line breath with a hyperlink flow
Mind upload where the white winds blow
Time folds tight in a light-speed scroll
I rewrite fate from the control console

[Final Chorus — Explosion]
Annunaki
Open the archives
Dust off the codes from the dark times
White ridge marked where the scar lies
Crafts on the edge of the hard sky
Channel that fire from the far side
Dense word-play bending the bar-line
Annunaki
Open the archives
Annunaki — we are the archive

[Spoken Outro Transmission]
Signal confirmed…
Ridge coordinates remain active…
If you’re hearing this —
the awakening already started.
Look up.
Decode inward.
Transmission ends… but the channel stays open.