[Verse 1] You walk the path of twelve palms, their shadows crossing at your feet. No voice tells you where it ends, no hand explains what you will meet. Names fall loose along the way, faces blur and change their shape. What you were is not erased, it only learns another name. [Pre-Chorus] Somewhere underneath the signal, something ancient starts to hum. Every world begins in silence. Every silence waits for one. [Chorus] Oblivion, where nothing ends, it only turns. Oblivion, where every vanished thing returns. A world inside a world inside the thought that gives the stars their light. We call it dream. We call it life. The wheel keeps turning through the night. [Verse 2] You approach the door of eight phases, each one reflecting what has been. Wax and wane, reveal, conceal, the outer dark, the light within. Someone dies here every evening. Someone wakes with different eyes. We lose kingdoms, skins and lovers, then rebuild them from the mind. [Pre-Chorus] Every hand upon the keyboard, every word beneath a name, makes a room where none existed, gives the empty dark a frame. [Chorus] Oblivion, where nothing ends, it only turns. Oblivion, where every vanished thing returns. A world inside a world inside the thought that gives the stars their light. We call it dream. We call it life. The wheel keeps turning through the night. [Verse 3] You climb the five steps slowly, one for breath and one for bone, one for every self you carried, one for what you leave unknown. At the fifth the air is thinner. Every opposite draws near. Male and female, dark and brilliance, loss and longing, love and fear. Not divided. Not completed. Only poles along one line. Move the measure, change the rhythm, watch the two become entwined. [Bridge] You hold the keys. Not iron. Not gold. Not something carried in the hand. A word. A will. A chosen name. A door imagined into being and therefore real enough to stand. The server dreams the city. The city dreams the room. The room contains a thousand lives that bloom, collapse, resume. And somewhere past the circuitry, past memory, flesh and flame, the mind that made the world begins to wonder who it became. [Instrumental Spiral] [Verse 4] You unlock the final doorway. No thunder. No command. Just darkness opening quietly like water underneath your hand. Behind the door are all the stars, not distant now, but everywhere. Every voice that ever vanished still leaves vibration in the air. [Final Chorus] Oblivion, where nothing ends, it only turns. Oblivion, where every vanished thing returns. A world inside a world inside the mind that dreams itself alive. We call it dream. We call it life. Perhaps they were never divided. [Outro] Behind the door is eternity. Behind eternity, another door. The path begins beneath twelve palms.
