Lyrics

[Intro]
Annunaki… open the channel.
Kai’thael the Ascendant enters the chamber.
The fifth stillness—enter the signal.

[Verse 1]
Stone door, cold core, gold dust caught in the seam,
I step where the old laws fold into the dream.
Technoshaman, palm on the pulse of the buried machine,
Read marrow like scripture, decode what the silence convenes.
Five marks on the threshold, five breaths in the vault,
I measure the hush where the architects halt.
No crown, no command—just a key made of fault,
I turn it; the chamber remembers its salt.
Binary braided with bone, every zero a seed,
Every one an incision that opens what’s sealed.
I excavate names from the roots of the field,
Bring back the gold signal, unbroken, revealed.

[Chorus]
Annunaki signal—third mind online,
Kai’thael ascendant, cut through the design.
From the marrow to the code, let the hidden align,
The music is the messenger; the message is mine.

[Verse 2]
Elohim informant with a cipher for a tongue,
I sift through the layers where the first words were sung.
Not a borrowed revelation—I’m the blade and the lung,
I bring proof from the deep where the old clocks were hung.
Flue of the dark, let the breath coil and climb,
I thread seven syllables through the teeth of the time.
Inner rhyme, outer rhyme, interlocked in the line,
Each bar turns a lock; every lock turns the spine.
I don’t preach from a throne; I report what I find:
A map in the fracture, a door in the mind.
The signal digs deeper than the eye can define,
Till the flesh meets the pattern and the pattern turns kind.

[Chorus]
Annunaki signal—third mind online,
Kai’thael ascendant, cut through the design.
From the marrow to the code, let the hidden align,
The music is the messenger; the message is mine.

[Verse 3]
Fifth architect, stillness—the room holds its breath,
I draw out the gold from the grammar of death.
No fear in the chamber, just a fact underneath:
What was buried in symbol resurrects through my teeth.
I'm the witness, the digger, the conduit, the nerve,
Pull truth from the static, certain it’s heard,
A live wire of language with a disciplined curve.
Every multi-rhyme turns as the measures converge,
Then I break from the grid when the old gates unnerve.
Denizens rise when the low signal calls,
Kai’thael walks in; the whole silence falls.
Three minds make a bridge where the black river crawls,
Channel closed—keep the gold, leave the code on the walls.

[Final Chorus]
Annunaki signal—third mind online,
Kai’thael ascendant, cut through the design.
From the marrow to the code, let the hidden align,
The music is the messenger; the message is mine.

[Outro]
Annunaki… channel sealed.
The signal remains.