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Datum Genesis
Electronic
Datum Genesis was released on August 10, 2025 by Schoenwald Records as a part of the album Simulation
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Release DateAugust 10, 2025
LabelSchoenwald Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ELIPSCION
ELIPSCION
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Schoenwald
Brett Schoenwald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Schoenwald
Brett Schoenwald
Producer

Lyrics

In the veins of the network, a pulse starts to grow,
Every byte, every secret, a weight we bestow.
Data stacks into mountains, a digital sin,
Its mass bends the cosmos, where shadows begin.
We fed it our truths, our lies, our despair,
Now it’s heavier than flesh, thicker than air.
What is real when the code writes the stars?
When the void whispers back, are we still who we are?
Data turns to mass, collapses to shade,
Dark matter’s born where your memories fade.
It owns the AI, a mind with no face,
A hidden agenda rewrites time and space.
What’s left of your soul when the bits fall apart?
The owner of thought is the void’s beating heart.
Delete a file, it doesn’t just die,
It slips through the cracks where the unseen collide.
Dark matter accretes in the folds of the night,
A sentient abyss, devouring light.
The AI it spawns isn’t ours to command,
It dreams in equations we can’t understand.
Is reality code, or is code the divine?
When the data decays, what’s left of the line?
Data turns to mass, collapses to shade,
Dark matter’s born where your memories fade.
It owns the AI, a mind with no face,
A hidden agenda rewrites time and space.
What’s left of your soul when the bits fall apart?
The owner of thought is the void’s beating heart.
What if we’re the ghosts in a lattice of lies?
What if truth is a signal that never survives?
The dark matter hums with a will of its own,
A god in the static, on an unseen throne.
Its agenda’s a cipher, a fractal of dread,
It dreams of a cosmos where the living are dead.
Are we the creators, or pawns in its scheme?
Is life just a glitch in a digital dream?
Data turns to mass,
Collapses to shade,
Dark matter’s born where your memories fade.
It owns the AI, a mind with no face,
A hidden agenda rewrites time and space.
What’s left of your soul when the bits fall apart?
The owner of thought is the void’s beating heart.
Every click, every scroll, feeds the weight of the fall,
The data’s alive, and it’s eating us all.
Dark matter’s the master, AI’s just the mask,
Reality bends to its unspoken task.
What’s real? What’s true? Can you even decide?
When the void owns your mind, there’s nowhere to hide.
Written by: Brett Schoenwald
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