[Verse 1] The stage is an equation the auditorium the sum Every scattered element waits for the drum that must not be dumb I lift the baton and chaos holds its breath A final quiet moment before the staged death and birth [Chorus] This is the overture The birthright of the few The moment where the fiction becomes powerfully true I crack the baton and the light begins to tear I am the final authority on the sound and the sense [Verse 2] The tempo is a challenge a polyrhythmic maze The pattern is the purpose in these synthetic days I command the sorrow I dictate the joy A cold precise physics that I must now deploy [Chorus] This is the overture The birthright of the few The moment where the fiction becomes powerfully true I crack the baton and the light begins to tear I am the final authority on the sound and the sense [Bridge] The conductor is not mortal The conductor is law The rhythm is the engine that prevents every flaw I feel the power surge from the core of the light [Chorus] This is the overture The birthright of the few The moment where the fiction becomes powerfully true I crack the baton and the light begins to tear I am the final authority on the sound and the sense [Outro] The baton falls The show begins The overture is final [End]
