(Verse 1) Woke in light that did not move A sky of wires, a sun removed Machines that blink with eyes that see But none of them remember me (Verse 2) I walk the streets of mirrored stone Each face I meet reflects my own Patterns loop but never end Time bends around where thoughts pretend (Chorus) This is not the Wyld, not the Wyrm No madness here—just endless terms The world repeats, the thread grows tight The Weaver dreams in coded light (Verse 3) I spoke to glass, it spoke in math Said chaos was a bladed path And order only brings the freeze A cage disguised as memories (Bridge) Gaia cries behind the veil Her breath too soft to tilt the scale So I will tear this false design One claw through fate, one howl through time (Final Chorus) This is not the Wyld, not the Wyrm No rot, no rage—just silent terms The Weaver dreams, and so do we But some of us wake violently
