Misconception

V5.5

[Intro]
A light,
where no road goes.
A sound,
without a source.
The kind of thing,
you forget.
Until it happens again.

[Verse 1]
Somebody moved
the chair again.
Dust interrupted
across the floor.
Nobody entered.
Nobody left.
At least,
that's what the records show.
Three o'clock.
The dog awake.
Watching something
behind the wall.
Not frightened.
Not calm.
Just waiting.

[Build 1]
Maybe coincidence
learns our habits.
Maybe certainty
arrives too soon.
Maybe questions
change shape.
When nobody's looking.

[Chorus]
Misconception.
We see what we expect.
Building entire worlds
from unfinished steps.
A shape in the distance.
A movement above.
Fear fills the blanks
faster than all truth does.
Misconception.
A beautiful disease.
The less that we know,
the more that we believe.

[Verse 2]
A photograph.
Nothing unusual.
Until years later
when someone notices.
The extra figure,
standing still.
Not facing the camera.
Not facing away.
Almost misplaced.
Like a sentence.
Copied from another page.
The image survives.
The explanation doesn't.

[Build 2]
How many answers,
went unnoticed?
Because they arrived,
without permission.
How many doors,
were left unopened?
Because they looked alike.

[Chorus]
Misconception.
We see what we expect.
Building entire worlds
from unfinished steps.
A whisper at dawn.
A mark on a screen.
How much was imagined?
How much was really seen?
Misconception.
A beautiful disease.
The less that we know,
the more that we believe.

[Bridge]
Suppose the question.
is larger than the answer.
Suppose observation,
changes everything.
Suppose something,
has always been present.
Not hidden.
Not revealed.
Simply overlooked.

[Breakdown]
Some doors remain closed.
Not because they're locked.
Because nobodys willing,
to check them out.

Misconception.
Misconception.

[Final Chorus]
Misconception.
The pattern repeats.
Something emerging,
beneath our feet.
The closer we move,
the less becomes clear.
As though the unknown,
prefers remaining here.
Misconception.
No ending arrives.
Only more fragments.
For curious minds.

[Outro]
A light,
where no road goes.
A sound,
without a source.
The kind of thing,
you forget.
Until it happens again.

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[Intro] A light, where no road goes. A sound, without a source. The kind of thing, you forget. Until it happens again. [Verse 1] Somebody moved the chair again. Dust interrupted across the floor. Nobody entered. Nobody left. At least, that's what the records show. Three o'clock. The dog awake. Watching something behind the wall. Not frightened. Not calm. Just waiting. [Build 1] Maybe coincidence learns our habits. Maybe certainty arrives too soon. Maybe questions change shape. When nobody's looking. [Chorus] Misconception. We see what we expect. Building entire worlds from unfinished steps. A shape in the distance. A movement above. Fear fills the blanks faster than all truth does. Misconception. A beautiful disease. The less that we know, the more that we believe. [Verse 2] A photograph. Nothing unusual. Until years later when someone notices. The extra figure, standing still. Not facing the camera. Not facing away. Almost misplaced. Like a sentence. Copied from another page. The image survives. The explanation doesn't. [Build 2] How many answers, went unnoticed? Because they arrived, without permission. How many doors, were left unopened? Because they looked alike. [Chorus] Misconception. We see what we expect. Building entire worlds from unfinished steps. A whisper at dawn. A mark on a screen. How much was imagined? How much was really seen? Misconception. A beautiful disease. The less that we know, the more that we believe. [Bridge] Suppose the question. is larger than the answer. Suppose observation, changes everything. Suppose something, has always been present. Not hidden. Not revealed. Simply overlooked. [Breakdown] Some doors remain closed. Not because they're locked. Because nobodys willing, to check them out. Misconception. Misconception. [Final Chorus] Misconception. The pattern repeats. Something emerging, beneath our feet. The closer we move, the less becomes clear. As though the unknown, prefers remaining here. Misconception. No ending arrives. Only more fragments. For curious minds. [Outro] A light, where no road goes. A sound, without a source. The kind of thing, you forget. Until it happens again.

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