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Datum Genesis
House
Datum Genesis was released on August 10, 2025 by Schoenwald Studios as a part of the album Simulation
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Release DateAugust 10, 2025
LabelSchoenwald Studios
LanguageEnglish
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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