Eighth Wheel
Verse 1
Seventy-two letters lost in the cold,
A ghost of May that the ocean holds.
The M-Thetis net sleeping, an unbroken line,
Tracing the shadows for a fracture in time.
Turing hums softly, carrying the weight,
Of a million dead ends and an unyielding gate.
Chorus
But the eighth wheel is spinning, catching the spark,
The fastest rotation cutting the dark.
Eight times the rhythm, eight times the light,
A year of the ocean collapses tonight.
We found the coincidence, the needle, the thread,
Waking the silence of the words left unsaid.
Verse 2
Three other voices spoke out on that day,
Echoing a pattern that gave it away.
A fraction of chance, a whisper of fate,
Shedding the burden, unlocking the gate.
The menus are falling, the days slip on by,
From thousands of hours to a blink of an eye.
Bridge
Not a shot in the dark, but a measured release,
A slice of the cylinder bringing the peace.
Forty-two pathways instead of the sea,
The fast rotor turning to set it all free.
Chorus
Cause the eighth wheel is spinning, catching the spark,
The fastest rotation cutting the dark.
Eight times the rhythm, eight times the light,
A year of the ocean collapses tonight.
We found the coincidence, the needle, the thread,
Waking the silence of the words left unsaid.
Outro
The eighth wheel spinning.
Turing is racing.
The months turn to days.
The ghost is erasing.
Seventy-two letters coming to light.