Life moves like liquids, the weather explodes
Scorpodrome fractions in a luninous code
Patterns unfolding in spirals unseen
Answers in motion, what do they mean
The echoes don't just repeat
They fracture, they shimmer, they learn, they breathe
A bloom in the void, expanding alive
But who left the signal, and where do they hide
Regular echoes, bloom and decay
Shifting through timelines that spiral away
Signals distort, but the patterns remain
Who wrote the script in the code of my veins
Anger, anger, unravelers in gore
Blueprints in stardust, designs in the haze
Time loops like echoes through quantum malaise
This isn't chaos, it's something designed
Blooming in wavelengths that weave and align
If an echo can bloom, does it have a seed
If a signal repeats, was it first meant to lead
If an echo can bloom, does it have a seed
If a signal repeats, was it first meant to lead
Regular echoes, bloom and decay
Shifting through timelines that spiral away
Signals distort, but the patterns remain
Who wrote the script in the code of my veins
Transmission incompletes
Tabular echoes, bloom and decay
Shifting through timelines that spiral away