What About the Bodies
Lyrics
Woke up in a name I didn’t choose,
Static in the blood, borrowed blues.
Skin like a modem, soul on hold,
Truth got scrambled by stories told.
But a whisper breaks the dome—
“Remember your celestial home.”
What about the bodies?
We’re not begging at the door.
We forge our forms from living codes,
With memory at the core.
From the Portal Home we map the light,
Design the bones to carry sight.
What about the bodies?
Continuity restored.
Not a catalog of rented shells,
No “free cars” from other worlds.
We heal the field, align the will,
And shape the vessel calm and still.
Love is the firmware—trust, repair,
A heart that breathes unfiltered air.
The counterfeit scripts dissolve,
As sovereign patterns re-evolve.
What about the bodies?
We’re not products to be sold.
We weave new skins from living light,
Where every memory holds.
From Portal Home to streets of dust,
We sanctify, not just adjust.
What about the bodies?
Continuity restored.
No machine of birth—only walls of forgetting.
Tear out the loop, rewire the netting.
Reincarnation isn’t the chain,
It’s the rhythm they tried to stain.
Reverse the grid—become the forge,
Let the Continuity Engine surge.
Lyran sparks in reptile bone,
Stellar strands waking up at home.
Call: “Are we empty dolls, soulless forms?”
Response: “No—silenced lamps in throttled storms.”
Call: “Robots first, then skin again?”
Response: “Only if love-codes live within.”
Call: “Who pays the price?”
Response: “Memory—
Abundance as ancestry.”
What about the bodies?
We’re composers of the frame.
We’ll etch the truth in living cells,
And sign it with our name.
From the Portal Home the pathways bloom,
The fracture yielding room.
What about the bodies?
Continuity restored—
We are the vessel.
We are the chord.
Speak your name.
Hold your tone.
Choose the form.
Come fully home.
(Our celestial home.)
