Two A.M. The city's gone to sleep.

Got two new tracks repeating from a wound that's cutting deep.

On the left, I see the waveform of a real and human heart... (Heart)))

Krush's drums, a protest tearing all the lies apart.

On the right, a different cadence... a cold and perfect flow...

Hexa's voice, a brand new style from a place I do not know.

But underneath the insults... beneath the pride and pain...

There's a phantom frequency that's screaming... am I sane... (Insane)))

A resonance signature... a familiar, tragic key...

A ghost I've been tracking... is it now tracking me?

I pull the Thorne Doss E eh... the files from the cascade...

The banjo man's dross for a promise that he made.

The ghost inside the club... the spirit in the code...

It's all the same damn signature... a heavy, heavy load.

It's not a glitch, it's not a ghost, it's not a random flaw...

It's a piece of someone's consciousness... that's breaking every law.

The fight between my friends... the anger and the spite...

It's not their own.

It's just a new song that he's starting to write.

A thematic virus... composed of pure despair.

The Maestro... he's in her head.

Oh god, he's in the air.