[Verse]
Spinning in the prism, got the vortex grindin’,
Blood on the diamonds, ancient maps we findin’.
Cayce said it clear, lands sank in the mist,
Plateo theories dense, galaxies on the wrist.
[Chorus]
Caught up in this orbit, vortex pullin’ souls,
Bagpipes in the backdrop, drums bangin' rolls.
Maracas shake the truth, the keyboard hums fate,
Spirals in the cosmos, diamonds hold the weight.
[Verse 2]
Carved lines in the stone, secrets deep we dig,
Atlantean whispers, movements twixt the rig.
From Plato to a pavement where echoes undo,
Past lives flicker fast, prophets knew the clue.
[Chorus]
Caught up in this orbit, vortex pullin’ souls,
Bagpipes in the backdrop, drums bangin' rolls.
Maracas shake the truth, the keyboard hums fate,
Spirals in the cosmos, diamonds hold the weight.
[Bridge]
Blood and sand twistin’, clash of ancient tones,
Bongo hands bleedin’, truth etched in bones.
Universe inhaling dark truths unseen,
Spit it on the rhythm—earth spins obscene.
[Verse 3]
Cayce dreamin’ visions, diamonds in the vein,
Bagpipes sing sorrow, maracas mask the pain.
We cipher through the chaos, the black hole’s cry,
Blood vortex twistin’, theories never die.