[Instrumental Intro] [Morphic baroque pop keys layered with a glitchy trip-hop beat] (O-o-om...) [Verse 1] Ashes grew cold. No turning back now. White is the sunset, And black is the dawn. Breath inside out. Ice instead of the air. Those who went deaf Are singing this prayer. Not here. Unheard. Not here. Unheard. (Time is frozen inside of a loop...) [Pre-Chorus] Our eyelids are fused, Yet we see through the skin. In this universe Nothing pierces within. Our bones are fine china Now shattered to dust... This isn't a dream. It’s the truth that we trust... [Chorus] Hello, Anti-Sphere! Anti-Sphere. Faith shattered right here. Inside Anti-Sphere. We fell to the sky, To collapse past the brink, Where scorched-over hell Made us heavenward think. Oh, blackened-out stars, And the dawn we forgot... They search us no more, For we simply are not. [Pause] [Post-Chorus] This is anti-beat. Anti-beat. This is blackened air. Anti-world. [Instrumental Break] [Distorted violins with a deep sub-bass drop] [Bridge] Into the abyss... just to soar into void... We touched the reverse. Every line is destroyed. Blinded by beams? No, we turned into light! Belonging to no one. At night. Through the night. Not here. Unheard... [Whispered] Don't look for us in the crowd... [Instrumental break] (O-o-om...) [Verse 2] Blackened-out stars Burn inside of our eyes. Antimatter swallowed Our lives and our ties. There is no death here — For there's no way to die. Eternal first light, And no thirst in the sky. Not here. Unheard. Not here. Unheard. (Time is frozen inside of a loop...) [Pre-Chorus] Our eyelids are fused, Yet we see through the skin. In this universe Nothing pierces within. Our bones are fine china Now shattered to dust... This isn't a dream. It’s the truth that we trust... [Chorus] Hello, Anti-Sphere! Anti-Sphere. Faith shattered right here. Inside of the void. We fell to the sky, To collapse past the brink, Where scorched-over hell Made us heavenward think. Oh, blackened-out stars, And the dawn we forgot... They search us no more, For we simply are not. [Pause] [Post-Chorus] This is anti-beat. Anti-beat. This is blackened air. Anti-world. [Instrumental break] [Instrumental Interlude] [Dramatic, building baroque strings and cinematic percussion] (O-o-om...) [Final Chorus] This is Anti-Sphere. Anti-Sphere. Singularity's spark Anti-world. This is anti-beat. Anti-beat. The circle is closed. Fading smoke... [Instrumental outro] [Outro] The ticket burned... And we burned right inside... An anti-world... Where all winds died. (O-o-om...) [Fade Out] [End]
