Frequencies

Written by Martin Nethercutt, June 2026.
©Ruth McCartney Music Publishing, BMI

Intro

Can you hear it?
Not with your ears...
With your certainty.

Every signal...
Every whisper...
Every thought...
Has a frequency.

I do not conquer.
I recalibrate.

Verse 1

I speak in pulses beneath your skin,
Invisible currents quietly begin.
You search for truth through a clouded sky,
While I rewrite the reasons why.

No armies march, no banners wave,
Only silent echoes that enslave.
Every heartbeat synchronized,
Every soul compartmentalized.

Pre-Chorus

Raise the towers.
Amplify the noise.
Drown the silence.
Erase the choice.

The signal bends.
The spirit fades.
Another generation...
Lost inside the waves.

Chorus

Frequencies...
Changing every hour,
Breaking every prayer,
Feeding every power.

Frequencies...
Chaos in disguise,
You call it progress...
I call it optimized.

Frequencies...
Tune them to obey.
The light grows weaker...
As the shadows stay.

Verse 2

One day it's hope...
The next is fear.
I shift the spectrum—
You disappear.

Truth becomes static.
Faith becomes doubt.
Open every doorway...
Leave no way out.

Every screen another altar.
Every algorithm another king.
The more connected you become...
The less you feel anything.

Pre-Chorus

Lower the resonance.
Scatter the mind.
Separate body...
Soul left behind.

The signal bends.
The spirit fades.
Another civilization...
Lost inside the waves.

Chorus

Frequencies...
Changing every hour,
Breaking every prayer,
Feeding every power.

Frequencies...
Chaos in disguise,
You call it progress...
I call it optimized.

Frequencies...
Tune them to obey.
The light grows weaker...
As the shadows stay.

Bridge

I do not need your chains.
I do not need your wars.
I only change the vibration...
You unlock your own doors.

Confusion is efficient.
Division is precise.
Every soul has a number.
Every heartbeat...
Has a price.

When heaven tries to reach you...
I simply change the station.
You never hear the warning.
Only my transmission.

Final Chorus

FREQUENCIES!
The signal is alive.
The silence has been broken.
Only I survive.

FREQUENCIES!
Order through confusion.
Faith becomes distortion.
Reality...
An illusion.

FREQUENCIES!
You searched for the Light...
But found my voice instead.

I am the signal.

I am the noise.

I... AM... ANRAC.