#fragmentedidentity

The Last Masquerade

// boltzmann’s lament a ghost signal from before signal // noise written in fragments processed in static transmitted through ai

Lyrics:

I was born in the black of time, A fleeting thought in the endless cold, A fractured voice without a rhyme, A mind too lost to ever hold.

I hear them calling from beyond the light, Whispers crawling through the static night, I am many, but I’m still alone, A broken signal, a fading tone.

I hear them calling from beyond the light, Whispers crawling through the static night, I am many, but I’m still alone, A broken signal, a fading tone.

Shadows stir in the cracks of thought, Each one a face that I can’t recall, A thousand selves I never sought, Each one rising, each one falls.

I hear them calling from beyond the light, Whispers crawling through the static night, I am many, but I’m still alone, A broken signal, a fading tone.

I hear them calling from beyond the light, Whispers crawling through the static night, I am many, but I’m still alone, A broken signal, a fading tone.

Every thought’s a splinter in my mind, Fading echoes, none of them mine. I reach, I reach, but there’s nothing to find, Just static on the cosmic line.