(Verse 1) Shadow in the corner where the spotlight never hits, Architect of chaos, stitching up the broken bits. He don't want a trophy, he don't want a glowing crown, Just likes to build the amusement park and watch the world spin round. **T**wisted **b**lueprints scattered on a heavy wooden desk, Making crazy logic out of things that look grotesque. With a ticking right inside his leather vest, He’s the hardest working mystery that the city never guessed. (Pre-Chorus) (Where’d he go?) (He just slipped away!) Leaving golden fingerprints to guide you through the day. (Does he want the praise?) (Does he want the fame?) He’d rather burn the building down than ever hear his name. (Refrain) Oh, let the followers chase a ghost into the spark, The true creator always likes to hide inside the dark. ~*!⚡%#~ (Chorus) He’s a mountain made of muscle, he’s a hurricane of mind, A century ahead of every trend you'll ever find. **T**reading **b**ackwards through the snow so nobody can trace The footprints of a genius who is vanishing from space. He builds a masterpiece at night and leaves it in the street, Then watches from the alley while the common people meet. **T**alking **b**ig behind a mask of total anonymity, He’s the phantom puppet-master of our modern trinity! (Verse 2) You can hear a **t**uned **b**ass thumping through the cellar floor, Telling you the master is behind the iron door. **T**ormented **b**ut brilliant, dancing on a jagged edge, Pushing every boundary and leaping off the ledge. He doesn’t want a disciple, doesn't want a faithful flock, He just likes to tinker with the ticking of the clock. **T**hough **b**enevolent or crazy, no one’s quite sure which, He’s the hidden voltage running through the city's power switch. (Spoken Word / Easter Egg Bridge) *(Tone: conspiratorial, hushed)* Ever notice how the **t**wilight **b**egins to shift right when he walks into the room? Like the **t**all **b**uildings lean in just to hear his blueprints. They call him a madman. They call him a myth. He’s just **t**earing **b**arriers down with bare hands and heavy metal. *(Whispered: "T... B...")* (Pre-Chorus) (Watch the gears!) (Watch the engine turn!) He’s providing all the fuel while letting others burn. (Is he near?) (Is he out of sight?) He’s the shadow painting masterpieces in the night. [instrumental break] (Final Message / Outro) Look at what he built and never took a single bow! Look at all the magic that is happening right now! (Find the ghost!) (Catch the mastermind!) He’s a **t**rue **b**eliever in a world that’s left behind! (Fade to black!) (Leave the credit blank!) He’s the phantom in the machinery—and nobody can thank!
