[Verse 1 — quiet, building slow] I twirl and whirl through kaleidoscope corridors where reality and fantasy dissolve into waltz Every step I take sends ripples through the fabric A symphony of color only I can hear Echoes of forgotten dreams untamed desires reverberate painting constellations on the canvas of what I am [Pre-Chorus — tension rising] I know what this is I know what this is And still I reach for the architecture of my own undoing [Chorus — wide, open, Lateralus swell] Soaring on the wings of a serenity that isn't mine Traversing the dimensions ordinary mortals never find Shooting stars streak through the velvet of my mind Leaving trails of stardust that whisper what I cannot say aloud [Verse 2 — more fractured, deliberate] Left and right shatter and blend into a mosaic of perspective I alone can read My mind — a prism refracting beams of truth into a spectrum that defies the world they built for me Thoughts manifest as sculptures made of something I can't hold Emotions become currency in a kingdom I am losing [Pre-Chorus] I know what this is I know what this is And I conduct it anyway [Chorus] Soaring on the wings of a serenity that isn't mine Traversing the dimensions ordinary mortals never find Shooting stars streak through the velvet of my mind Leaving trails of stardust that whisper what I cannot say aloud [Bridge — spoken/whispered, Maynard cadence] In the garden of my psyche roses bloom with laughter and thorns whisper what the moon already knows I am the conductor of sanity and madness both orchestrating the collapse into something that almost sounds like music Let them bring the straitjacket Let them name what I've become Labels crumble here Identities dissolve I am not ascending I am watching myself from somewhere just behind my eyes [Final Chorus — full, heavy, open-throated] Soaring on the wings of a serenity that isn't mine Traversing the dimensions ordinary mortals never find Shooting stars streak through the velvet of my mind Leaving trails of stardust that whisper what I cannot say aloud [Outro — fading, uncertain] Dancing on the precipice of reason and the thing below it Painting the universe with strokes only the falling ones can see
