From the recording Dust to Crown: Chapter I - The Hero's Journey
The Second Coming recasts W. B. Yeats’s apocalyptic poem of the same name as industrial hip‑hop about systems collapsing and a rough new future rising. Glitchy drums and alarms paint streets and data streams spinning out of control, mirroring the sense that the center cannot hold in both the world and the self.
Lyrics
"The Second Coming
Turning, turning, in fractured time,
City in static, out of line.
The falcon’s vanished, signals lost
Old world’s breaking, lines are crossed.
Iron sky screaming, innocence drowned,
Pulse of the system shutting down.
Chaos in wires, the center can’t hold,
Night’s algorithms running cold.
Feel the voltage spiking?
Storm lights flicker out.
Warnings in the shadows,
Truth gets drowned in doubt.
Things fall apart,
Cracks run through the silence
Ash coats our hearts,
A world split with violence.
Siren songs and alarms echo through the night,
We stand in the whirlwind, bracing for the fight.
Bracing for the fight.
Bracing for the fight.
The best lose focus, wisdom glitched,
While madness rises, code is switched.
A digital beast with a human mask
Pitiless, scanning, completes its task.
Bethlehem static, chilling the birth,
Not the light returning, just shifting earth.
Prophecy scrambled, edge of a storm,
Do we reboot, or does panic transform?
Gyres keep spinning,
Reality cracks,
Do you sense the data
Falling through the cracks?
Things fall apart,
Cracks run through the silence
Ash coats our hearts,
A world split with violence.
Siren songs and alarms echo through the night,
We stand in the whirlwind, bracing for the fight.
I stand in the breaking, fractured and raw,
Truth rewrites itself, no order, just awe.
History hacks, but I won’t disconnect
Caught in the signal, still searching for what’s next.
Things fall apart,
The center cannot hold
But I keep envisioning
A future retold.
As warnings rise and the world’s overwrought,
I hold to the current, refusing to be caught.
Things fall apart,
The center cannot hold"