[Intro — Spoken, reverb-heavy]
Four rooms. Same building.
The scientist measures the current.
The priest kneels before it.
The magician commands it.
The psychologist names it.
None of them are wrong.
All of them are blind.
This is for the ones who walked through every room
and found the same door at the back.
[Verse 1 — The Revelation: One System, Many Masks]
Listen — this ain't ghosts in the attic, it's patterns in the static
Of your brain's mathematics, four lenses, one field, automatic
Science, magic, psych, and scripture at the table breakin' bread
Same force wearin' different outfits, same thread runnin' through your head
Call it thoughtform, call it spirit, call it complex, call it meme
It's just information dressed in whatever helps you dream
Church says "demon," clinic says "compulsion on a loop"
Coven says "a servitor," the lab says "feedback group"
Egregores are thoughtforms scaled to nations, flags, and teams
When a logo moves a million, that's a spirit in the streams
You don't see it but you feel it when the stadium goes wild
Group identity possessing every woman, man, and child
Pavlov rang the bell, the advertisers rang it next
Skinner built the box, now it's every app and text
Variable reward, dopamine on a leash
They don't need a spell — your attention is the feast
So who's really haunted? Not the house — the mind that lives inside
Running programs it ain't authored, wearing masks it didn't design
Name the god or name the glitch, don't matter what you call the wave
The only question left is this: you runnin' code, or are you slave?
[Hook]
One field — different names on the force
Priest, mage, shrink, and geek walk the same course
You ain't crazy if you feel that invisible swarm
It's archetypes and algorithms wearin' every form
One field — from the lab to the temple floor
Name it, claim it, or it names you more
The code is runnin' whether you believe or not
So learn the language — or get programmed on the spot
[Verse 2 — The Architecture: What's Inside You]
Your skull's a crowded parliament — archetypes argue for the throne
Shadow, inner child, and higher self, none of 'em alone
The persona is the mask you wear to make the public clap
The shadow is the brother that you buried in the back
Jung said integrate or project — you'll see your demons everywhere
Freud said repress, it leaks in dreams, in slips, in who you swear
You hate the most — that's you, that mirror's got your face
Every enemy's a teacher if you meet 'em in that space
Habit loops are hungry ghosts that haunt your neural halls
Autopilot daemons drive while you just decorate the walls
Sleep paralysis ain't evil — it's cortisol in a mask
But it teaches you what terror does when you forget to ask
"Who is this? And who installed it? When did I agree to run
This particular subroutine?" — that question is the gun
That kills the tyranny of programs you ain't chosen but obey
Metacognition is the master key — the thought that thinks the way
[Hook]
One field — different names
