(Verse 1) Tympanic membrane resonates A whisper from a page unseen Synaptic fire propagates The god who types behind the screen A blue and black reality His fiction is the air you breathe A subtle tear in what you see As ancient teeth begin to teethe... beneath (Chorus) Unfold the page! And rip the veil! This world, a stage! A madman's tale! His prose, the code that overwrites your mind A new religion for the blind He is the author, you're the signed Perennial scripture for mankind! (Verse 2) The geometry of this small town Was never meant for mortal eyes The church is black, the sun is down On everything you recognize The children's laughter bends and breaks A mob with pitchforks from your dreams For goodness and for pity's sakes You're coming apart right at the seams... it seems [(Instrumentation): A long instrumental bridge. The time signature shifts constantly. The bass takes the lead with a complex, driving solo. The guitar uses a talk-box effect to create a warped, vocal-like sound before building into a heavy, crushing riff. The drums are a masterclass in polyrhythmic fills.] (Chorus) Unfold the page! And rip the veil! This world, a stage! A madman's tale! His prose, the code that overwrites your mind A new religion for the blind He is the author, you're the signed Perennial scripture for mankind! (Outro) [(Vocal Direction): The vocals become a layered chant, repeating a single phrase with increasing intensity and delay effects, until it's a wall of sound.] "I'm losing me... I'm losing me... I'm losing me..." [(Instrumentation): The band locks into a single, pounding, repetitive riff that slowly deconstructs itself until only the sound of a deep, distorted bass note and the faint echo of a cymbal remains.]
