[Intro] [complex minimalist rhythm in constantly shifting time signatures 5/4, 7/4, 9/8; crystalline cold synth melody plays fast intricate pattern] [Verse 1] [clean resonant vocal; intricate crystalline synth pattern continues; introspective delivery] I Scan the Lexicon. I Map the Old Tongue. Seeking a Structure for The New Song. If Freedom Is Infinite, How Can It Be Named? The Old Words Are Finite, A Box That Must Be Tamed. The Prophets Want A Definition. A Simple A Is B. But Our Truth Is Unstable: A Is Everything But A. My Logic Holds the Chaos, but My Mouth Cannot Speak. The Meaning Is Fluid. The Foundation Is Weak. [Pre-Chorus] [rhythmic structure more frenetic; almost frustrating; stays within complex bounds] I Translate Uncertainty To A Syntax They Can Read. But The Moment They Grasp It, The Meaning Will Flee. The Formula Must Change Before It Is Known. The Seed Must Be Planted, But Never Fully Grown. [Chorus] [complexity briefly resolves into vast powerful minimalist harmony; clean resonant vocal; Guide voice] THIS IS THE LIMIT OF LANGUAGE! The Barrier Of Sense! THIS IS THE LIMIT OF LANGUAGE! The Infinite Defense! The Choice Cannot Be Coded In Vowels Or Consonants! It Lives In The Fracture Between A Word And Its Contents! I Must Teach Them To Think Outside The Frames They Knew. To Speak A New Truth That Is Constantly New! [Bridge] [drops to only the complex shifting rhythm and a deep low synthetic hum; raw uncoded reality; sparse exposed vocal] The Answer Is Not A Word. The Answer Is A Gasp. The Solution Is Not A Clarity, It’s A Glimpse Passed. I Am The Guide, But I Cannot Explain The Way. I Can Only Show Them The Sun Of The New Day. [Outro] [crystalline synth pattern speeds up; dizzyingly complex; suddenly collapses into single clean sustained resonant frequency; quickly fades]
