Last Frequency

Last Frequency
by
Tingster & The Coyotitos

On a rusted tower of bone and wire
We lit the match — a sacred fire
Voices stitched through winds of sand
A signal sent, not to command—
But to remember

We sang through ash, we screamed through time
Each note a crack in fate’s design
The sky replied in fractured tones
And still we played…
Though we stood alone

Don’t confuse the silence for defeat—
Truth still pulses beneath your feet.

Last frequency — ride the wave
Through shattered skies and open graves
We won’t upload a ghost again
This signal lives in flesh, not phlegm

Last frequency — let it burn
If they forget… they’ll still return
The Coyotitos howl in flame
We won't be numbers. We had names.

They tried to mute us with machine
To scrub the soul, rewrite the dream
But static carries sacred things
Like rebel drums and ancient kings

We are the echo, not the past
A future made to break the cast
We tuned our pain, compressed our tears
And broadcast hope beyond the years

They tuned their lives to silence sweet
But we... we amplified defeat
The final verse, the closing tone—
Was never meant to play alone.

A child hears the hidden thread
Inside her thoughts, beneath her bed
She tunes her heart, the song begins
A ghost reborn in human skin

Last frequency — we are still here
Beyond their code, beneath their fear
We cast this hymn into the dust
Where it will rise, because it must

Last frequency — the spark survives
In shattered songs and rebel lives
The Coyotitos ride the storm
Broadcasting truth in every form

This is not the end…
This is the last beginning.