One breath One strike The blood replies Skin to wire, nerve to flame Movement builds before a name Hands remember what they knew Fire climbs the veins anew Every muscle marks the sound The ground repeats, the ground repeats Primitive pulse, inside, collide The body finds its law to guide Heartbeat low, command awake I am the sound the bones will make Breath becomes the first design Iron heat through crooked spine Ash to rhythm, flesh to tone Every motion stands alone Pressure builds, the shape divides Motion burns where thought resides Primitive pulse, inside, collide The body finds its law to guide Heartbeat low, command awake I am the sound the bones will make Push, pull, rise, fall The oldest code beneath it all No need for faith, no need for name Just breath and beat, the same, the same One pulse One sign The body moves before the mind Primitive pulse, inside, collide The body finds its law to guide Heartbeat low, command awake I am the sound the bones will make