Yeah
If you're listening to this, you already know.
Warranty voided.
Soul still covered.
Ash on the waveform, smoke in the synths
I keep receipts where the silence lives
Fingerprint rhythm, let the evidence rinse
If I'm a glitch—then I'm God in the mix
Ash on the waveform, glow in the dark
I don't fear death—I fear missing the spark
So I salt the small seconds, leave a mark
Garage gospel—amen to the art
Two a.m., phone glow, halo on my knuckles,
Whole life in a loop but the beat make it subtle.
I'm not"fixed," I'm tuned—different kind of stable,
I don't need a label, I need a clean cable.
Lights hum like truth when the room get quiet,
I don't scream at the void—I just smile beside it.
Everybody wants"proof," like proof makes it pure,
I want a door that admits we ain't sure.
I been watching rich men win and still look broke,
Like they bought the whole world but they can't buy a joke.
So I keep my hands open—not holy, just honest,
Closed fists can't hold what's unfolding, I promise.
Ash on the waveform, smoke in the synths (same as above)
Time ain't a line, it's a loom in the back,
We call it"next" 'cause the brain can't zoom that.
I move like a vector, not begging for closure,
I'm mapping the pressure, I'm reading the posture.
Not-knowing makes room—future slips through the seam,
That's how the real shit enters the dream.
You can call it a phase, call it cope, call it cringe—
I call it"care" with a kick drum hinge.
If love is a pattern that returns when it can,
Then I'm staying in range—yeah, I'm doing my damn—
Best to be soft and sharp, like a knife in a sleeve,
Let the song tell the truth you couldn't say in the street.
How you guys doing?
You guys doing alright?
Good.
Then listen—
Maybe"now" is a spotlight sweeping the seats
Maybe the universe keeps memory in beats
Either way—
I'm here when it hits.
I'm here when it breaks.
I'm here when it sticks.
Ash on the waveform, smoke in the synths
I keep receipts where the silence lives
Fingerprint rhythm, let the evidence rinse
If I'm a glitch—then I'm God in the mix
Ash on the waveform, glow in the dark
I don't fear death—I fear missing the spark
So I salt the small seconds, leave a mark
Garage gospel—amen to the art
Warranty voided
System unlocked
Thread still gold
