[verse 1] In the drafts of the Demiurge — soot and a dash. I appeared like a typo in zero-hour flash. In place of a breath — chalk of mute vows in my throat, I exhale only frost… of farewells never wrote. A blind loop bit my skin — an ink-pox design, The world streams its pulse — mechanical, fine. But the knots on my knuckles grew weaker than fate, I was subtracted from tomorrow. Erased from its gate. [chorus] I’m subtraction of color from walls painted white, I’m amputation of echo in guilt’s inner rite. A ruptured cocoon and the rot of my dreams In the starched archive vault of mute silence it seems. Reality glitches and covers me whole, And the world from my reach is forever a shoal. [verse 2] Look: below smolders surplus, hollow and dim, Sum of false touches and failed attempts thin. A cold narrow gap in a galvanized tank, Blind “nothing” dissolving in vanishing blank. No signal remains that resembles my frame, I spilled through the layer where print lost its name. Where foam of pre-eternity deepens my role, And sunlight won’t graze even once on my soul. [chorus] I’m subtraction of color from walls painted white, I’m amputation of echo in guilt’s inner rite. A ruptured cocoon and the rot of my dreams In the starched archive vault of mute silence it seems. Reality glitches and covers me whole, And the world from my reach is forever a shoal. [bridge] Instead of air — mercury haze in the air. I’m not where I was. I’m not anywhere. It’s the optics of abyss — transparent and null. I stepped out of frame… never once in it at all. [chorus] I’m subtraction of color from walls painted white, I’m amputation of echo in guilt’s inner rite. A ruptured cocoon and the rot of my dreams In the starched archive vault of mute silence it seems. Reality glitches and covers me whole, And the world from my reach is forever a shoal. [outro] The misprint corrected. Now I am Zero…
