Soul Network [Caracas Remix]

original music, performance, and lyrics.

SOUL NETWORK

CHORUS :
Minute hand, hour hand, woman and man.
On this third rock from the sun, we populate the land.
In the holy sand where bombs do land, Greek, Arab, and Turk.
Such layers of prayers all form this soul network.

VERSE ONE:
Generate the fields, prepare the meals.
Sits, stands, and kneels, now get in your feels.
Emotional quotient, bread and blood potion.
Waves of commotion, the afterlife's an ocean.

VERSE TWO:
Levitate the thought, meditate or not.
The spirits are hot, cold bodies aren't forgot.
Intelligence artificial, just obey the official.
Consume the superficial, no need to be judicial.

VERSE THREE:
Hesitate the urge, and prepare for the purge.
Because dystopian the surge, we're all at the verge.
Heads high and proud, all uploaded to the cloud.
Fabian hide in the shroud, so I'll jump and shout.

VERSE FOUR:
Venerate consumption, guilty is the presumption.
K street lobby luncheon, tyranny is their function.
But we still have no fear, there's only one we hold dear.
Truth's never been so clear, and God feels so near.

—DJ High Yona, January 2nd, 2026—