[Intro] [opens with silence; single very slow deeply-reverbed sine wave chord hangs in air; clean piano plays simple ascending motif] The Scream Has Faded. The Circuitry Still. A Perfect Vacuum of Uncertain Will. The Final Variance Left a Mark on the Sky. But Down Below, the People Don’t Know Why. No Prophet Sings. No Code Fires A Warning. Just The Quiet Shock of A Brand New Morning. The Future Used To Be a Line you Could See. Now It’s A Wall Of Infinite Possibility. [Verse 2] [same sparse texture; piano motif continues; vocals quiet and close] I See My Brother. He Moves Without Dread. But His Eyes Are Wide with The Words Unsaid. Every Step Is Heavy. Every Choice Is Real. The System May Be Broken, but The Wounds Will Not Heal. We Fought For Freedom, but Did We Ask Them First? The Burden Of Blanks is A Philosophical Thirst. [Chorus] [soft echoing vocals; sound swells slightly; stays overwhelmingly calm and fragile] THIS IS THE BLANK STATE. The Margin Is Clear. THIS IS THE BLANK STATE. The Silence Is Fear. There Is No Path To Follow, No Map To Unfold. Just The Weight Of The Story That Can Now Be Told. [Bridge] [ethereal echoing vocal; cosmic dread; vast open space; no percussion] The Void Is Open. It Doesn’t Just End Here. If We Broke Our Code, What Else Should We Fear? The Logic Ghosts Are Gone, but The Universe Stares. We Tore The Veil And Now It Only Cares. [Outro] [slow piano motif repeats; fades into silence; only very slow quiet 7/4 heartbeat pulse remains; softer than before]
