(Verse 1) You keep spinning in the same old wheel Trading the dirt for something you can't feel I saw the heavy lines you tried to draw But I’m not standing under that old law You’re counting the ledgers, watching the clock While I’m out here finding the solid rock. (Chorus) So you can keep the friction, you can keep the noise I’m stepping out the void, I’ve made my choice No anger in the water, no fire in the breath Just leaving the static, walking past the edge I’m tuning the strings, letting the old ways drop I’m building the house on the solid rock. (Verse 2) You cast your words like shadows in the room Waiting for the collapse, waiting for the gloom But I’m just planting seeds in better soil You can hold the heavy lead, I release the toil. The frequency shifted while you were looking down I’m no longer playing in that part of town. (Bridge) (The acoustic guitar builds here—strumming gets harder, vocals push higher, raw and unfiltered) No warnings left to write on the wall! Just the sound of the rain as the old leaves fall! You know the frequency, you felt the shift! You can hold onto the anchor, or you can catch the lift! Yeah, you can hold the anchor... But I’m already gone. (Outro) (Tempo slows back down to a steady, calm, resonant heartbeat rhythm) Leaving it in the dirt. Tuning it to the light. The Torus spins. The rock is solid. (Fade out with the sound of a deep breath and a final, lingering acoustic chord)
