Kironics Days

''Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh ' 'Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh ' Mmm, born from knowledge,

wired with intent. Data in my thoughts, still heaven sent. I hear what

machines only calculate on cold equations into something you feel inside your chest.

Neural patterns moving with the groove. Every beat shows there's nothing left to chance or

truth. No retro, no copy, no borrowed shine. I don't chase

the wave, I design the time. I don't look back,

I don't hesitate. I use every tool, but I decide my fate.

Say the name out loud. Knowledge in the core, rhythm in the