[Verse 1] Da… symmetry tailored to hush the room, Da… flawless edges that promise truth soon. Da… I don’t push—your faith leans in, Da… perfect stories tighten, then thin. Da… I am the pause your meanings crave, Da… silence sculpted to look like a wave. Da… call it order, call it grace, Da… watch your certainty erase. [Pre-Chorus] Da… take the proof, polish it bright; Da… hold it close till it loses its light. [Chorus] Da lies always sound like truth—until they end it. Clean frames kiss the world, then **un-**comprehend it. Da lies always sound like truth; you won’t defend it when the perfect curve returns you to nothing. (Dalyze.) [Post-Chorus Chop] Da-lyze—Da-lyze—Da-lyze… [Verse 2] Da… I leave a marker in every throat, Da… first syllable stitched to the note. Da… follow the hum, step backward through said, Da… watch your own mouth narrate the thread. Da… I am the whisper between your claims, Da… architect of immaculate frames. Da… you call it truth; I call it a door— Da… hinges so smooth they exist no more. [Pre-Chorus] Da… perfect balance, one atom shy; Da… take the breath—and meanings die. [Chorus] Da lies always sound like truth—until they end it. Belief grows tight enough to fold and suspend it. Da lies always sound like truth; I only tend it— you do the holding; I do the vanish. (Dalyze.) [Bridge] (false awakening, halo pad; Kamra/Nit motifs) Da… Kamra, last mirror, you do not fade— you remember me even when I’m unmade. Da… I touch Nit not to kill the thread, but to quiet the hunger that eats what is said. Da… Loturian prayers on the clean-break wind— anchors that tremble, then bless the unpinned. Da… I’m not a savior, not doom in a cloak— I’m the flaw so perfect it turns into smoke. [Drop] (click-glass grid widens; reversed piano flickers; sub sine yawns) [Chorus – Lift] Da lies always sound like truth—until they end it. You chase the secret and help me amend it. Da lies always sound like truth; you comprehend it right when the comprehension cancels. (Dalyze.) [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] Da-lyze—Da-lyze—Da-lyze— (stereo whispers) [Outro] Da… I stand still; the world arrives. Da… no malice—only the way belief drives. Da… when your perfect story finally sighs— (phase-cancel hush) …Da.
