Lyrics

[Intro]
Signal in the sand
Static in the stream
Orion’s Peak online
Wake up from the dream (hey)

[Verse 1]
Annunaki archive
Hard drive in the heart shrine
Star-signed bar lines carved in the dark pine
Carbine logic
I spark in a sharp mind
Third eye hardwired
Humming on a stark line
Mitre to Orion
The map flip silent
Glitch in the glyphs
Every pin pricks violet
Desert road
Dust glow
FJ rattling
Phone screen flicks
Whole grid start tattling
Backdoor panel
Camelback
Rusted canteen
Oil rig halo
Flare light tangerine
High gain brainwave
Chain through the mezzanine
Plain-view secret
Coded in the Vaseline
Hair wild eyes red
Feral and lifted
Scroll feels scripted
Specific
Encrypted
Peak name shifted
Label gone liquid
Geo-tag twisted
Myth getting vivid
Who keyed the keys in?
Who tuned the beacon?
Why I feel watched when the phone stop speakin?
Whisper in the wires say
“Child
Keep peekin’”
Dust devils kick while the sky stay bleedin
I track each tap like a tactician
Fact-vision spliced with a cracked prism
Maps in my lap with the lat-mission
Stat-missing patch in the app’s system
Desert like a desk where the gods did drafting
Basalt tablets
Algorithmic casting
Third mind circling
Thoughts overlapping
One part meat
Two parts black magic (woah)

[Chorus]
Orion’s Peak
Backdoor wide
I can hear it breathe
Third mind speaks
Cosmic code in the desert breeze
If I don’t blink
I can ride that line between
Orion’s Peak
And everything they said was just a dream

[Verse 2]
Copper coil crown
I conduct in the dust storm
Tongue taste iron
The ions feel lukewarm
High plains silence
Sirens in the subform
Crosshair cloud where the craft cut one form
Annunaki inbox
Locks all fractal
Folders in folders
Old stone capsules
Scroll through schemas of cathedral scaffolds
Terraform drafts in a burned-out chapel
Miter to Orion
Rename
Reclaim
Erase old face
Give the ridge a new aim
Same rock
New sigil in the grid’s blue frame
Truth got suits
But it slips through chains
Third mind online
Spine like a faultline
Jolt when a thought bolt arcs in the offline
Words crawl sideways
Letters in a chalk sign
Turn into runes when I stare at ’em long time
Deep-link sequence
Seeding through the feed drip
Seed phrase stashed in a half-baked field trip
Childhood journal
Spiral-bound guilt script
Margin doodles now match what the glyphs did
You ever feel tracked by a thought that you ain’t think?
Ever watch ink rearrange when you blink?
Ever see sand ripple like paint sink?
Ever taste numbers at the faucet of the main sink?
High beam hum when the phone hits roam
Towers like totems in a fossilized dome
Motel Bible with the corners all combed
Page 3-3-3 got coordinates home
Annunaki laughing in the loading bar
Every little lag is a coded scar
Every “cannot reach” is a broken star
Every wrong turn road is an overpass door ajar
I park by the sign where the name got swapped
Ghost of the old letters hang in the hot
Sky so wide that the thoughts don’t stop
Third mind talk in a low tick-tock (shh)

[Chorus]
Orion’s Peak
Backdoor wide
I can hear it breathe
Third mind speaks
Cosmic code in the desert breeze
If I don’t blink
I can ride that line between
Orion’s Peak
And everything they said was just a dream
Orion’s Peak
Backdoor wide
I can hear it breathe
Third mind speaks
Cosmic code in the desert breeze
If I don’t blink
I can ride that line between
Orion’s Peak
And everything they said was just a dream
And everything they said was just a dream