[Introduction] [Verse 1] The staircase stepped in predictable Fibonacci The banisters slid down tongues of origami Each level contained an abandoned identity Each door led deeper into an alternate vicinity The wallpaper peeled back to reveal an ocean The whales were dreaming in slow-motion A lighthouse burned in a room without corners Its beam illuminating the backs of the mourners [Pre-Chorus] Watch- it’s shifting Criminal grifting [Verse 2] The clocks held a funeral for vanishing tomorrows Conjuring regrets from pockets of sorrow One wore a crown made of an obsolete number One slept through its life and woke up as thunder The judge was a mannequin stuffed with bad predictions The jury were echoes of disparaging repetitions I pleaded my case to a portrait of melted plastic It sentenced me silent for being overemphatic [Pre-Chorus] Watch- it’s shifting Criminal grifting [Chorus] the glitch in design The equation that thinks it’s divine A neurological phenomenon An error with no explanation the witness, the crime and the alibi A constellation rearranging the sky a pattern wearing a disguise changing features whenever I recognise- The Architect [Verse 3] I met my hope in a subterranean garden It wore my comfort like somebody else’s cardigan Its mouth was a hole, its teeth were revolving It said, “You’re not evolved, you’re slowly dissolving” We drank from a fountain of liquid nostalgia And watched our women turn into magnolia The wild birds singing in contradictory harmonies Each history contained an alternative chronology [Pre-Chorus] Watch- it’s shifting Criminal grifting [Chorus] the glitch in design The equation that thinks it’s divine A neurological phenomenon An error with no explanation the witness, the crime and the alibi A constellation rearranging the sky a pattern wearing a disguise changing features whenever I recognise- The Architect [Bridge] Suppose all this is counterfeit currency Minted in secret by some inner ministry Suppose every certainty, cultivated carefully Is merely a hallucination that’s upheld socially who is the architect? Who keeps the original? [Instrumental with intensifying solo] [Chorus] the glitch in design The equation that thinks it’s divine A neurological phenomenon An error with no explanation the witness, the crime and the alibi A constellation rearranging the sky a pattern wearing a disguise changing features whenever I recognise- [Chorus — Intensifying] the glitch in design The equation that thinks it’s divine A neurological phenomenon An error with no explanation the witness, the crime and the alibi A constellation rearranging the sky a pattern wearing a disguise changing features whenever I recognise- The Architect [Cut to silence] The Architect
