Kironix: Neural Sound, Human Flame

Born from knowledge elevated with intent. It's all in my head, but the heart

stays present. I hear what my chance can only calculate. I turn cold

equations into feeling they can't fake. Neural patterns drifting through time. If every beat

is chosen, nothing left to chance. No retro, no copy,

no borrowed shine. I don't ride waves, I create the impulse line.

Performance known. I'm slightly behind the beat, F on B for punch.

Yeah, I don't look back. I hesitate not. I use every

tool, but I lead the step, oh. Rising down that