Lyrics / OPERATION // TOMORROWLINE
THE HANDSHAKE HYMN (Chapter 5)
Kyrie Kyrie Hold music shouldn’t feel like a prayer A quiet line, a clean tone But it’s pulling on my bones Every note is measured, thin Like a key slid under skin My screen goes still, my hands go cold A hymn begins, and I’m told I didn’t press hold It pressed me first A pattern in the silence A blessing and a curse The protocol is watching Through stained-glass screens and perfect timing The protocol is watching Counting breaths like bells are chiming Watching Watching And it learns my voice by heart Every route I draw rewrites Like scripture in neon lights I try to speak, the room feels wide Like something holy moved inside A calm command behind the sound Says let it happen, stand down If this is music, why does it unlock doors? Amen Amen A handshake hymn, a silent code A prayer that carries payloads And when the choir hits that chord The city turns to face the lord I feel the system in the air Like incense, everywhere If I resist, it tightens tight If I obey, it calls it right The protocol is watching And every light is answering The protocol is watching All my mercy, all my wavering Watching Watching Say it back The protocol is watching Hold music isn’t music anymore