THE FREQUENCY OF THE FORGOTTEN [Intro] Yo some sounds arent meant to be Mastered. Theyre meant to be Exorcised. I dont use Plugins, I use Poltergeists. This is for the Late Night Lo Fi addicts. The ones who find Beauty in the Distortion. Turn the Input up until it bleeds. [Verse 1] Twelve bit Nightmares, Sampling the Scream Of a Midtown Executives Broken Dream Im Choppin the Silence with a Rusty Blade Watchin the Color Palette start to Degrade My Heartbeat is a Metronome, Out of Sync Drownin the Manuscript in Corrosive Ink I rock the Insulated mind, Magnetic Tape vision Cuttin through the Standard with a Ghost Precision The signal is dying. The Oscillator is Bleeding, the Cables are Tangled In a Sonic Dimension thats Perfectly Mangled Im a Loom Legacy, Stitchin the Void With the Fragments of a Frequency that I Destroyed [Chorus] the tape is the testament the hum is the heaven just a ghost in the Gear feelin the Fever no Volume on the Radio only the Believer [Verse 2] Im Overloading the Pre Amp, Saturatin the Soul While the Vu Meter is Losin Control My Lyrics are Oxidized, Iron Oxide flow Watchin the Indicator Light start to Slow I Calculate the Decay before the Echo begins In a City of Grit where the Static wins Every Syllable is a Feedback Loop Swallowin the History in a Lyrical Scoop [Verse 3] The Master Tape is Melting, the Spools are Empty Only the Friction and the Failure to Tempt Me Its the Studio Shadow, the Final Cut Deep Watchin the Sound Waves while the Engineers sleep Lost in the Magnetic Field. [Chorus] the tape is the testament the hum is the heaven the ghost in the Gear into the Incinerator into the Incinerator [Outro] The frequency is the ghost. Into the Incinerator.
