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THE KUZ - 15 - THE STREAMER (Signal Drift)

Signal degradation and communication latency. ---- Lyrics: [Intro] Signal locked, fidelity high... Hold... Buffer... Replay... You copy? Or just the echo? Say again... say again... [Verse 1] Comms come alive but the pulse runs thin Words clipped at the lip before they begin Surface reads clean, no fracture in view But the undercurrent glitches, truth bleeding through No blackout, no noise war, just micro-drag Digital trade in a slow-motion lag Outbound clean, inbound warped and late I learn to read the silence, learn to wait I transmit whole, it fractures mid-void One thread lands true, the other's destroyed The lag's a hair but it warps the seam My mother's voice arriving like a dream Packets scatter like seeds in the black Kin-voices calling but they don't call back Handshake falters, fingers almost touch In the ether's grip, we lost too much [Chorus] Drift ain't a glitch, it's the signal's quiet god Writes the family frequencies, even and odd A seed planted in lag, grows roots in the scar "Now" gets rewired to wherever they are Inked in the ledger like protocol law The groove decouples, leaves nothing but raw Each ping arrives late, softened at the source Truth diluted, we've already run the course [Verse 2] Charts pulse with my feed but the vectors betray Drift pulls the prow left, charts stutter gray Horizons buffer, futures load in haze The compass loops back through yesterday's maze External calls claim clear skies, five-by-five But they were recorded, I'm talking to archive I answer the ghost of last Tuesday's transmission Running warm responses off cold ammunition No crash, no void, just hairline cracks in the vein The signal's a vein pumping something feigned I flatten the peaks, chase the waveform's crest It bends defiant, won't behave like the rest Navigation ghosts through the comms I trace Directions dissolve in the relay's embrace Every course correction pulls us further wide The family fleet scattering on the tide [Chorus] Drift ain't a glitch, it's the signal's quiet god Writes the family frequencies, even and odd A seed planted in lag, grows roots in the scar "Now" gets rewired to wherever they are Inked in the ledger like protocol law The groove decouples, leaves nothing but raw Each ping arrives late, softened at the source Truth diluted, we've already run the course [Verse 3] Kin-clusters fracture in the feed's cruel spin Under the static, nothing anchors within Zigzag the pings, no ground to begin Drift deepens now, no recalibrate win Rewind the relay but the tape's worn thin Infinite loops where the echo begins Fractal replies from the fleet's ghost kin Transmission's twin keeps answering in Words warp into alternate states mid-air I shout coordinates, they bounce back wrong Like maps redrawn mid a siren's song Every hull a beacon flickering alone I strain for the chorus of their comms array But it's solo static, dusk into day Prophecies pixelate, futures stall in frame I'm calling the fleet, they're calling my name [Chorus] Drift ain't a glitch, it's the signal's quiet god Writes the family frequencies, even and odd A seed planted in lag, grows roots in the scar "Now" gets rewired to wherever they are Inked in the ledger like protocol law The groove decouples, leaves nothing but raw Each ping arrives late, softened at the source Truth diluted—we've already run the course [Outro] Signal... nominal... Clarity? Approximate. Final packet.... Loop complete! You there? Kin in the carrier wave? Copy... fading... drift... we wait… ---- #CosmoCoreArt