[VERSE 1] Is it mind, is it matter, is it memory mapped? Is the soul in the signal or the space in the gap? Every star has got a pattern, every pattern reacts, Every question folds another little question in half. I’ve been reading all the riddles in the rhythm of breath, Binary divinity between birth and death, If I’m watching all my thoughts, tell me who’s watching them? If the mirror knows the image, does the image know when— Information in formation, Consciousness in constellation, Every nerve a conversation, Every dream a destination. I can feel the hidden syntax underneath what we call real, Like the universe is thinking through the bodies that can feel. Maybe heaven isn’t somewhere, maybe heaven is the field, Maybe God is just the question getting closer to revealed. Thought into a thought into another, Secret in the silence, underneath it there’s another— If the truth was always in us, Why’d we have to rediscover? [PRE-CHORUS] We rediscover what we bury, Then forget it all again, Call one impulse holy, Call another one a sin. We came from something without ending, Something older than a name, Still the soul keeps walking backward To remember why we came. [CHORUS] THE TRUTH— Matter into spirit, coded through the night, THE TRUTH— Ancient in the silence, older than our sight. THE TRUTH— Myth into memory, memory into view, THE TRUTH— Past the lie of me and you. Every heaven, every shadow leads us to— THE TRUTH. [VERSE 2] Is the self just a vessel, is the vessel a veil? Are we carrying the echoes of a life we cannot tell? Every instinct like a scripture, every déjà vu a trail, Every dream a little fracture where eternity slips through the shell. Archetype, appetite, ancestral recursion, Dream within a dream within a nervous-system version, Maybe every incarnation is a temporary curtain, Maybe death is just the cosmos changing modes of observation. Memory beneath the silence, Mythology under the bone, Every god we ever worshipped Could be something we had known. Name into identity, identity into fiction, Fiction into doctrine, doctrine into contradiction, Every generation rewriting the transmission, Then mistaking the translation for the source of the religion. [PRE-CHORUS] We rediscover what we bury, Then forget it all again, Call one impulse holy, Call another one a sin. We came from something without ending, Something older than a name, Still the soul keeps walking backward To remember why we came. [CHORUS] THE TRUTH— Matter into spirit, coded through the night, THE TRUTH— Ancient in the silence, older than our sight. THE TRUTH— Myth into memory, memory into view, THE TRUTH— Past the lie of me and you. Every heaven, every shadow leads us to— THE TRUTH. [BRIDGE] Before the altar, before the law, Before the serpent learned the fall, Before we carved the stars to gods, There was no distance there at all. Every myth, a shattered mirror; Every sacred word, a clue. No before, no after, no other— Only everything in you. [PRE-CHORUS] We rediscover what we bury, Then forget it all again, Call one impulse holy, Call another one a sin. We came from something without ending, Something older than a name, Still the soul keeps walking backward To remember why we came. [CHORUS] THE TRUTH— Matter into spirit, coded through the night, THE TRUTH— Ancient in the silence, older than our sight. THE TRUTH— Myth into memory, memory into view, THE TRUTH— Past the lie of me and you. Every heaven, every shadow leads us to— THE TRUTH.
