Fresh eyes clockin'

(Iconic drum and bass fused pounding 808 basslines, intimate male-female narrative vocals in a Phonograph cylinder echoes)

Yeah…

…

(Hook – Female Vocal, glitch-chop)

Fresh eyes clockin' the stream

No blackout window, I'm burning the screen

Heartbeat sync with the hum in the seams

TTL low but it’s holding the stream

State change, fade then I rise

Both eyes open, I parse through the lies

Packets fall but the pattern feels dry

No alert fired… that’s the reason I try

(Verse 1 – Male Vocal, smooth/fast double-time)

Spine stays tight, the terminal lit

Every keystroke land like a loaded commit

Neon bleed through the cracks in the blind

Every ping leave a trace in the back of my mind

Whisper Furnace live, staying in stride

Runbook hands, I don’t think, just drive

Signature clean but the feeling don’t fit

That’s the kind of gap where the quiet ones sit

Index the deep, it fragments and splits

No full restore, just partial commits

Zero-day blink, pulled back to the pane

By a soft anomaly that don’t carry a name

(Transition to 150 BPM, Cyber Minimal, Dark 808s)

(Bridge – Detached / Floating)

No lullaby, just tone on repeat

No full dream, just code underneath

We don’t break, we just bend to the thread

We don’t sleep, we just idle instead

(BPM Ramping – 128… 140… 150)

Clock skew creeping, I feel it in phase

Lost a few seconds I can’t re-raise

Never deep, never safe, never through

Just a queue and a pane and a shift to renew

(Verse 2 – Tighter cadence, Female Hype)

Queue building…

Don’t clear… don’t clear…

Queue stack high, I can feel the weight

No alert spike but it’s far from safe

East-west drift in a silent state

That’s the kind of move that don’t show late

Packets land but they land too clean

No jitter in the line, no in-between

That’s the kind of flow that don’t stay real

That’s the kind of calm that don’t reveal

(Hyper Build – Snare roll accelerates)

Low and slow—still it grows

No one sees—how it flows

Out-of-band—no exposed

That’s the lane—it chose

(DROP – Aggressive, Bass-driven)

Queue—don’t clear. Hold—right here

No—signal spike Still—ain’t right

(Prerecorded robotic voice:).

Scan Authorized: BODE ::::

(125/ 155 BPM, Hi-Tech Glitch, Hard Electro House)

(Verse 4 – Male Vocal, Smooth/Fast over Max Distortion)

Zotac screaming at the top of the rack

Transcribing the archive, no looking back

Whisper Furnace burning a hole in the stack

Hardware secured, keeping the deck black

Encryption keys turning, physical locks

GrapheneOS, hiding the box

Plain English only, checking the clocks

Adhering to conditions, avoiding the shocks

(172 BPM Minimal Tech into Hi-Tech Shift)

(Peak Energy / 172 BPM)[Hook – Final Integration]

Blue light - Fresh eyes

Same reed - Load shifts

Pressure dips -state change

(909 Breakdown into Vacuum Tube Hum)

Held load

Moves through

Latch slips

Path clears

Queue clear…

Thread dead…

(Long decay of a single vacuum tube hum)

(Static Fade)