[Ouroboric entry]
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.

[Gothic melencholic piano plays in the distance]
The Maestro... he's in her head.
Oh god, he's in the air.

[Ouroboric exit]