(Verse 1) The amygdala orchestrates a sudden coup d'état A neurochemical cascade, defying every formal law The pulse oscillates, a frantic rhythm of the heart As the boundaries of the present and the prehistoric part It’s a sensory intrusion, an unwelcome guest A dormant trauma manifesting at its own request The air thins out, oxygen becomes a luxury As the mind retreats into a state of heightened perjury. (Chorus) A visceral reaction to a stimulus unseen The haunting architecture of the spaces in between The nervous system echoes with a terrifying sound When the anchors of the ego are no longer to be found Triggered—an involuntary descent Into the corridors of time where the resolution went. (Verse 2) The vocabulary fails when the limbic system reigns A paralysis of logic flowing through the arterial veins It is not a mere annoyance, nor a simple slight But a tectonic shift in perspective, a blinding of the light The environment dissolves, replaced by shadows of the past A psychological projection that was never meant to last Yet the body keeps the record, every tremor, every sigh A biological commitment to a truth that won’t comply. (Bridge) Analyze the catalyst, the spark that lit the fuse The subconscious keeps a ledger of the moments we refuse To acknowledge or integrate, to process or define Until the trigger pulls the thread and unravels the design. (Verse 3) We navigate the minefield with a calculated gait Attempting to circumvent the pressures of our mental state But the architecture of the soul is remarkably complex And the smallest grain of salt can provide the greatest checks To our composure, to our grace, to our professional veneer Revealing the antiquity of our most primal fear The recovery is arduous, a slow ascent from gray As we reclaim the consciousness that the trigger swept away. (Outro) Equilibrium restored. The ghost in the machine retreats. Until the next reverberation. Proceed with caution.
