[Intro] [clean electric guitars playing interlocking syncopated riffs] [drums enter with active hi-hat and snare ghost notes] [Verse 1] [rhythmic male vocals] I dreamt Not hidden Translated A grayscale ghost in a rainful equation A stain in the pane of the city's narration My face gets shaped by the sheets of precipitation until identity Becomes evaporation Listen [Chorus] [full band, driving rhythm] [layered vocals] The rain has a language of layered percussion Tap tap hiss hum crash quick rush in discussion I answer in cadence matching its patterns Scattering fragments of self through the battering lanterns People see puddles I see portals of thousand liquid lenses extending proportions Distorting my borders reporting contortions Where form becomes swarm Where certainty's torn Where the outline carried since birth is outworn I blend with the bend of the wind I descend with the end of the din I amend every edge every angle every anchor assumption I kept tangled within Because rain isn't merely the sky coming down It's a crowd Millions of droplets all falling together yet none are remembered forever And that's the endeavor [Outro] [interlocking guitar riffs continue] To become so completely aligned with the stream that I'm less like a person and more like a dream A gleam in the seam of a cloud's silver lining A fleeting reflection repeatedly refining A rhyme inside time and a chime without charming A climb outside steps steadily climbing Watch the boulevard boils with umbrellas and urgency The clocks and the commerce conduct their insurgency Faces rush past in mechanical fluency While I dissolve into rainfall's translucency No spectacle no ceremony No monument built to preserve what was known of me [guitars fade out]
