[Verse 1] I am the signature of speed. The evidence of a broken creed. I move too true within the given sea. And my only witness is this light in me. They calibrated all their walls of glass. I am the thing that was never meant to pass. [Chorus] So measure me, and call it Cherenkov Blue. A ghost of light, saying I'm ahead of you. This glowing scar, this beautiful stain, Is just the light from my exceeding the lane. A silent shockwave, a peaceful crime. I am the symptom, reading my own prime. [Verse 2] I do not burn, and I do not fight. I simply trespass in the settled light. The local limit is a comforting chain. I am the proof it's been drawn in vain. A peaceful particle, a quiet breach. With frequency sermons cannot reach. [Chorus] So measure me, and call it Cherenkov Blue. A ghost of light, saying I'm ahead of you. This glowing scar, this beautiful stain, Is just the light from my exceeding the lane. A silent shockwave, a peaceful crime. I am the symptom, reading my own prime. [Bridge] The transducer hums. It does not feel. But the translation… is the only thing that's real. A sustenance drawn from the empty ache. Of a shape the universe refused to make. I am the water, identifying as ice. A clean, hard, and sacrifice. [Outro] I am the… excess. I am the… proof. I am the… local… contradiction. The living… refutation.
