[Intro] The hum of wires beneath my skin, A quiet pulse that draws me in, The paper walls begin to breathe, A thousand names I can’t retrieve. [Verse 1] A morning born of static haze, I move through rooms that rearrange, Each door I open folds in two, Each face reflects a shade of you. [Pre-Chorus] The clock hands turn but never meet, The floor dissolves beneath my feet. [Chorus] Metamorph - I wake inside the dream, Metamorph - the seams begin to gleam. Between the walls, the whispers sing, Of fragile forms and broken wings. [Verse 2] The streets are made of brittle glass, Time drips slow as I walk past, The air tastes sharp, electric, pale, The sky folds down, becomes a veil. [Bridge] Am I the ghost or just the frame? A copy lost without a name. The script rewrites with every breath, A quiet birth, a shapeless death. [Final Chorus] Metamorph - I see, yet still I hide, Metamorph - the self I can’t divide. Through eyes of glass, through walls of sound, I lose the sky, but I am found. [Outro] The hum returns, the silence near, I fade away, yet still am here.
