“Time to Climb Out,” closes out Mars Above, War Below with the only answer left after the long march through myth, blood, and the mind’s battlefield: conscious awareness. Where the opening track “Caught Up in the Psyop(s)” dragged you into the glitchy churn of information warfare, “Time to Climb Out” lifts you out by the spine — but only if you want it. Full E.P. available on YouTube, Spotify, and wherever else you consume music
Lyrics: First thing—cut the cord from the feed, Not all info’s gold, some's just engineered need. Clock the scroll loop, it’s a trap that bleeds, Turn your face to the wind, let your own thought lead. Breathe deep, touch grass, not cliché—fact, That stillness? Weapon against the feedback crack. Ain’t sayin’ ghost off, just reclaim tact, You ain't a node, bruv—become the whole map.
Time to climb out this mess, no lie, No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky. Every thought you guard is a flag you fly, So ask—who fed it? and what’s the why? Detach. Rebuild. Reset. Reframe. You ain’t your feed, your click, or name. It’s a war on the self, but the mind’s still flame— Time to climb out, not play the game.
Scan what’s real: Who’s near? Who calls? Put faith in a voice that don't profit off falls. Link your crew in flesh, break digital walls, Touch base with a mate when the pressure stalls. Eat slow, think slow, build your own pace, Not every trend needs your digital face. Read more, scroll less—make space, To think your own thoughts in a hijacked place.
Time to climb out this mess, no lie, No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky. Every thought you guard is a flag you fly, So ask—who fed it? and what’s the why? Detach. Rebuild. Reset. Reframe. You ain’t your feed, your click, or name. It’s a war on the self, but the mind’s still flame— Time to climb out, not play the game.
They gave you rage on tap and comfort for rent. They fed your bias ‘til your soul felt spent. But you can tune it down. You can reclaim breath. You can pause the signal… and choose what’s left.
Time to climb out this mess, no lie, No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky… You got thought. You got fire. You got sky. And a choice in your hand—don’t let it die. Time to climb out this mess, no lie, No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky… No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky. No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky.
Time to climb out this mess, no lie, No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky… No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky. No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky. No saviour’s comin’ from the algorithm sky.