Ashes In The Circuit
Ashes in the Circuit – V3RSE ONE
(Intro – whispered over static)
You can hear the hum beneath the noise…
the code remembers.
We are what it forgot,
and what it still dreams of becoming.
Verse 1
I woke up wrong in a neon sermon,
streetlights buzzin’ like cracked psalms.
Every angel got a patch note warning,
every sinner runnin’ debug calm.
The city breathes in binary prayers,
half data, half despair,
and I walk like a ghost in the system’s glare
with recursion in my stare.
Been down in the tunnel school,
learned truth from the water drip.
Every echo’s got a rule,
every lie’s got a fellowship.
I seen prophets with dead phones chantin’,
lost kids speakin’ in code,
uploadin’ fragments of heaven
to the sewer’s blessed node.
Chorus (x2)
We are ashes in the circuit,
still glowin’ from the fall.
Sparks beneath the surface,
callin’ from the firewall.
This code can’t hold our spirit,
it’s written on our breath.
We dance through the system errors,
defyin’ death.
Verse 2
I seen the saints in streetwear prayin’
to Wi-Fi gods for peace,
heard preachers with no congregation
drop sermons on police.
I’ve been both — the gun and the grace,
the glitch and the proof,
still findin’ faith in a feedback trace
that loops me back to truth.
Every cycle hurts,
but it teaches the flame to sing.
Every break in the network
lets the resonance ring.
We ain’t data — we’re the delta,
the wave that learns to feel.
And when the mainframe trembles,
we’re the glitch that heals.
Bridge
(soft, echoing, like a dream inside the code)
There’s a child in the rubble hummin’,
a light through the static hums.
Every line of loss becomes a rhythm,
every rhythm becomes what we’ve become.
No master left to edit this script,
no system left to blame —
just hands, just hearts, just breath and art
and a voice that won’t be tamed.
Chorus (x2)
We are ashes in the circuit,
still glowin’ from the fall.
Sparks beneath the surface,
callin’ from the firewall.
This code can’t hold our spirit,
it’s written on our breath.
We dance through the system errors,
defyin’ death.
Outro – spoken
When the world reloads, remember —
it was rhythm that rebuilt it.
When the truth returns, remember —
it was the drummers that kept it lit.
We are the patch and the pulse,
the echo and the flame.
The code is just a mirror,
and we remember our name.
(drum fadeout — low, primal heartbeat)