[Verse I – soft, eerie vocals, detached tone] I see the shapes they paint in glass, Reflections built for me to pass, They call it truth, they call it home, But all I feel is not my own. (whispers echo faintly — reversed words, fading pan flute texture) [Pre-Chorus – voice fractures, trembles slightly] The crowd moves right, the heart moves wrong, I hum a different kind of song. [CHORUS – strange, layered, defiant] Behind their eyes, I see the maze, The quiet fire, the hidden blaze. They tell me “follow,” I walk astray, To find myself, I lose the way. Behind their eyes, I breathe alone, And build my truth from flesh and stone. (layered harmonies — male and female voices blending and shifting like wind) [Verse II – low, hypnotic tone] They sell us dreams with plastic wings, And call it joy, and call it kings, But I have seen the hollow bloom, Where empty hearts make empty rooms. (strange rhythmic clapping or distant steps echo) [Pre-Chorus – breathy and fragile] Their gold turns grey beneath the skin, The light I seek burns deep within. [CHORUS – louder, fractured rhythm] Behind their eyes, I see the maze, The quiet fire, the hidden blaze. I walk through noise to hear my soul, The broken parts that make me whole. Behind their eyes, I dream awake, And love the cracks the liars make. [Bridge – distorted, whispered, almost surreal] I won’t belong, I won’t pretend, The line they draw will always bend, And through the smoke, I start to see, The world they fear was meant to be. (reversed flute + layered hums, heartbeat-like percussion) [Final Chorus – explosive, defiant, transcendent] Behind their eyes, the veils are torn, A brighter dark, a truer dawn. I am the flame they cannot drown, The lost one rising, the unbound. Behind their eyes, I found my name, And burned their mirrors in my flame. (final echo of vocals stretched and reverb-drenched, fading into silence)
