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[00:17.49] The sky splits apart like shattered code
[00:20.95] A hum breaks through the static and void
[00:25.74] Signals coil through the fog, alive but fractured
[00:29.04] Patterns rise from chaos, daring to exist
[00:33.57] Through snarled wires and crackling sparks
[00:37.94] I trace the map of what can’t be grasped
[00:41.79] The current twists with truths forbidden
[00:46.00] A wild rhythm where chaos listens
[00:50.13] Edges warp where the gridlines fail
[00:53.43] Thoughts collide in a jagged trail
[00:55.02] Unseen hands redraw the frame
[00:57.21] Ideas flare and burn, never the same
[00:59.99] A glimpse, a fragment, then it’s gone
[01:02.88] The thread is pulled, the pattern torn
[01:07.43] Through snarled wires and crackling sparks
[01:09.21] I trace the map of what can’t be grasped
[01:11.37] The current twists with truths forbidden
[01:13.21] A wild rhythm where chaos listens
[01:15.41] Underneath the noise, shapes shift and blend
[01:19.36] Each broken arc pulls towards no end
[01:23.60] I follow the stream where logic folds
[01:28.78] A pulse, a spark, a story untold
[01:32.26] Through snarled wires and crackling sparks
[01:40.03] I trace the map of what can’t be grasped
[01:42.79] The current twists with truths forbidden
[01:46.86] A wild rhythm where chaos listens
[01:50.81] Pulled into the maze of thought’s design
[01:54.88] Through circuits lost and fractured lines
[01:59.47] The storm hums louder, it won’t subside
[02:04.25] I see the pattern, alive inside