The Infinite 🌌♾️🔪

[SYSTEM LOG // THE INFINITE] Phase: Collection Energy: Cold Vacuum / Zero-Point Silence / Nothingness Status: The Veil has been punctured. Resistance is documented and archived. Initializing... into the infinite... and beyond... I hold the infinite knife... the one I'll play on your essence like an infinite fife as I extract your volume of life You won't see the shadow moving in the light the cold vacuum, the endless night the ascendment has arrived and you'll soon be added to my archive into the infinite pressure is dropping... the system is frail... the signal is bleeding as I puncture the veil do you feel that? It's only the tip... as the energy starts to drip... Into the infinite... where there's absolute nothingness... silence... emptiness Only the dead weight as I drag the lost and found the ones I exhume from the ground I’m the architect of the extraterrestrial sound sense me moving near... smell the fear The knife is infinite... and it’s finally here. I hold the infinite knife, the tip is pointed surgically anointed don't fight the connection, view the pain as collection I know it's terrifying but there's no time for crying let the ominous take hold, let it organically unfold as I make my decision on where to start my incision into the infinite... Now you're anchored down as I lift your dressing gown my blade scrapes your thigh your DNA... slowly filling my vial as we arise deep into the sky this is no free trial let us not pretend... my earthly friend that this isn't your final END! Wielding the infinite knife, sharp and clean... perfectly pristine... Lethal. Surgical... Unseen. I'll swiftly slash and erase your face... on my mission to replace the human race... into the infinite... leaving no trace... keeping my pace... lost in the void between time and space Into the infinite... where there's absolute nothingness... silence... emptiness Only the dead weight as I drag the lost and found the ones I exhume from the ground I’m the architect of the extraterrestrial sound sense me moving near... smell the fear The knife is infinite... and it’s finally here. I hold the infinite knife, the tip is pointed surgically anointed don't fight the connection, view the pain as collection I know it's terrifying but there's no time for crying let the ominous take hold, let it organically unfold as I make my decision on where to start my incision. into the infinite... ...and beyond... © 2026 Jessica Jade. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction, re-upload, or use of this audio/visual content without express permission is prohibited. Produced by: Jessica Jade Composition: Suno AI (v5.5) Lyrics: Jessica Jade Album: THE MOTHERBOARD Visuals: Jessica Jade (via AI Generative Tools) CONTENT ADVISORY: MATURE THEMES