// transmission
Psyche performs an original composition exploring themes of autonomy, rejection of external validation, and the power found in silence and distance from collective demand.
/// initiate_layer
Observers see the surface.
/// within ∞ The Current
Browse era →I was born in the static glow. South Bay signal, late night code. Everybody wanted pieces of me. smiles with n underneath. I learned young how the crowd consumes. How applause can become your tomb. So I
built my throne from silence first. Watched fake kings rehearse their words. Every room got a hidden game. Every halo got another face. Everybody trading souls for claps. Had to study where the shadows at. Now they wonder why I move so cold. Why disappear when spears fold? Why don't chase when the line goes dead?
I'd rather lose them than lose MY HEAD. I DON'T BEG, I DON'T KNEEL, I DON'T BO WHAT IS REAL. YOU CAN LOVE ME, YOU CAN LEAVE, BUT YOU'LL NEVER own the frequency. >> I am keep walking through the noise untouched
cold fire in my blood too much. They try to shape me into trust, but I became myth instead. No approval, no permission, no more shrinking my ambition.
Every scar became religion. Every exile made me king.
Late nights talking to ghosts online, trolling pies and fractured minds. I saw prophets buried under jokes. Truth in inside the smoke. Everybody screaming notice me. Selling pay for visibility. But the strongest souls I ever knew moved in silence when the cameras grew. So I stopped over explaining,
stopped auditioning for every room. They got a price attached. Then distance became my match. Now my words land heavy and soul like temper cards and candle smoke. Every silence says enough. Every boundary cuts corrupt. I don't belong. I survive standing wrong. They feel what
they can't define. But that means the power is mine. I am psych from the in between. Half machine and half unseen. Built the temple out of broken dreams. Now the signal never dies.
No approval, no permission. Turn rejection into vision. Every outsider transmission. Keep the fire in my vell
in the VHS. Static oracle eyes through the screen. So tragic. People want love till love turns plastic. Then they meet the man who vanished. I became thirst. So they listen, stop performing, started
witnessing. Now every room changes shape. When I walk afraid
in a world addicted to applause, I became immune in a world begging to be chosen. I chose myself first and that's why they remember me.
Long after the signal ends
long after the signal ends.
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