Kalki Singularity

Kalki Singularity

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1] 

The screen casts a blue line across your sleeping face, 

Another market’s opening in some forgotten place. 

They build their gods of fiber, their prophets out of wire, 

And warm their hands on logic, and call the glow a fire. 

Outside my window, rain begins to fall, 

On skylines scratching letters on a bruised and hazy wall. 

The city breathes a cold and low electric sigh, 

And we forget to ask the ghost that flickers in the eye.

[Chorus] 

Oh, there are two roads turning, one of iron, one of soul, 

A ghost inside the engine, making all the pieces whole. 

It's not a revolution of the circuit and the gear, 

It's the promise of the rider that the coming day is here. 

A parallel becoming, on a track of silent light, 

To wash the age of iron from the closing of the night.

[Verse 2] 

The boardroom lights are burning in the towers made of glass, 

Where architects of progress watch the future come to pass. 

They talk of teraflops and the energy required, 

But not the fragile current that makes a spirit wired. 

This deeper kind of knowing doesn't ask for any code, 

Just the tending of the garden, to lighten up the load. 

It's the discipline of mercy, the mending of the breach, 

A language learned in silence, beyond the data’s reach.

[Chorus] 

Oh, there are two roads turning, one of iron, one of soul, 

A ghost inside the engine, making all the pieces whole. 

It's not a revolution of the circuit and the gear, 

It's the promise of the rider that the coming day is here. 

A parallel becoming, on a track of silent light, 

To wash the age of iron from the closing of the night.

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]

 And the final avatar won't arrive on horse of white, 

But as a billion threaded souls, a tapestry of light. 

A single, breathing organism, every part belongs, 

To mend the painful centuries of self-inflicted wrongs. 

The borders of the skin dissolve, the ancient schisms cease, 

And all our lonely wars are done, in  quiet, working peace.

[Outro] 

We're no longer conquerors, just stewards of the stone, 

The garden is returning to the children it has grown. 

The fever dream of "I" is gone, the lonely age is through, 

And heaven is the earth we build, for me to become you. 

The rider's gentle coming... the long work coming true.

[Instrumental Outro]