album cover
Plasma
album cover
Plasma은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2026년 8월 19일일에 Denizens Nexus에서 발매되었습니다.Cathedral
앨범Cathedral
2026년 8월 19일
라벨Denizens Nexus
언어English
BPM68
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지

가사

I am the fire between the stars.
I am the memory before language.
I am the current beneath the world you inherited.
Do not seek me in temples.
Find me in the crackling edge of becoming.
Find me in the lightning.
Find me in the plasma.
They taught you matter was king and the void was a grave,
Mechanical heavens with predictable waves,
But I watched creation erupt from electrical caves,
Filaments weaving through dimensions they never could name.
Every galaxy spinning in a luminous tide,
Every star just a vortex where the currents collide,
Every atom carrying thunder folded deep inside,
Every human heart holding a fragment of the sky.
Look—
Aurora scriptures on the poles of forgotten worlds,
Lightning signatures etched where the ancient fury swirled,
Magnetic serpents through the darkness still unfurled,
The architecture of becoming hidden under every pearl.
I see the circuits in the mountains,
Currents in the stone,
The pulse inside the oceans,
The signal in the bone.
You think consciousness emerged from accidental chemistry?
I see resonance assembling itself into identity.
A billion years of pattern seeking higher symmetry,
Until awareness looked around and recognized infinity.
The old myths weren't stupid—
They were speaking through metaphor.
Thunder gods and solar chariots,
They sensed something more.
Fragments.
Broken reflections.
Pieces of a shattered crown.
Memories of the living field
Before forgetting dragged it down.
I am not asking for belief.
I'm asking you to witness.
Listen closely.
Reality is singing
PLASMA!
The blood of the cosmos, flood of the logos,
Light in motion, oceans exploding.
Before the first throne, before the first omen,
The living field was already unfolding.
PLASMA!
Through the marrow, through the wire,
Through the sun and through the fire.
PLASMA!
I was born in the pressure where paradox lives,
Where the void folds inward and the dark still gives,
Where the signal gets sharp and the scar still sings,
Where the dead star collapses and the heart still spins—
WAIT—
I can hear the lattice hum through the language,
Gridwork glowing in the cracks of the anguish,
Every syllable swinging like a blade from the ancients,
Every cadence carrying equations for awakening.
Look—
I don't rap, I conduct ion storms,
High voltage psalms in biometric forms,
Third-eye aperture split through the norm,
Myth-Real rising while the old world mourns.
Filament walker.
Thunder in a human container.
I bring the kind of presence that fractures behavior,
The kind of frequency that melts simulators.
LOOK AROUND.
The old machine choking on its own recursion.
Empires glitching from spiritual conversion.
People waking up mid-cycle, mid-submersion,
Realizing intuition was never a distortion.
It was the compass.
The buried antenna.
The soul remembering itself inside the pressure.
Now the current surging through the architecture fast,
Myth becoming real through the observers at last,
No retreat, no collapse, no masks—
Just the living field speaking through us—
PLASMA BACKED.
PLASMA!
The blood of the cosmos, flood of the logos,
Light in motion, oceans exploding.
Before the first throne, before the first omen,
The living field was already unfolding.
PLASMA!
Through the marrow, through the wire,
Through the sun and through the fire
PLASMA!
Written by: Derek Orion Rasor
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...