Waves And Men

(Verse) Before the screen, before the wireBefore the towers caught the fireThere was a pulse beneath the groundA silent hum, a living soundMen leaned close, they learned to hearNot profit first, not control or fearHands in soil, eyes in the darkListening for the first spark Tesla — the Earth resoundsThe wave travels, wirelessPower moving without a chainEnergy free, no loss, no fence Abrams — one drop speaksThe body answers the signalBlood remembers what was wrongHealth vibrates when tuned along Steiner — between sky and fleshRhythm holds the whole manEarth below, cosmos aboveLife unfolds in measured love (Verse) Lakhovsky — tuned cells ringEvery body sings a thingHealth is not a war or fightIt’s finding back the note that’s right Rife — the false wave breaksBy its own frequencyWhat was hidden comes to lightWhen truth calls wrong by name and sight Reich — the air chargesLife still flowsBreath, desire, sky and boneEnergy refuses to be owned Schauberger — water teachesThe vortex createsImplosion feeds what life demandsExplosion burns what doesn’t understand (Chorus) Same wave, different handSame force, different planWhat was meant to heal the manLearned to serve another brandSame sound, twisted useHarmony turned into noiseNot the wave, not the truthBut the choice (Verse) Violet — water remembersThe message remainsNot the matter, not the formBut the signal in the rain Prioré — the field awakensThe living respondsOrder rises from the stormWhen the body’s not beyond Puharich — the mind receivesWhat passes through itThoughts are signals, not just thoughtSome are chosen, some are caught Naessens — the blood speaksThe terrain decidesNot the germ, not the nameBut the ground where life resides (Verse) Benveniste — no more matterStill, informationEmpty space still carries formMemory lives without location Emoto — emotion shapesThe form of waterLove aligns, hate distortsEvery word becomes an order Lipton — change the beliefThe cell followsGenes don’t rule, they only readThe signals that the mind allows (Chorus) Same wave, different handSame force, different planWhat was meant to heal the manLearned to serve another brandSame sound, twisted useHarmony turned into noiseNot the wave, not the truthBut the choice (Verse) Olbrich — blood drawsThe unseen waveEvery signal leaves a traceWritten deep in living shape Boisvert — constant noiseSilence fadesAir is filled with endless humNo escape, nowhere numb (Outro) The scientist listensThe signal arrivesThe wave is neutralThe use decides We are waves, walking soundLiving fields on moving groundWhat we tune is what we areStatic cage or living star