[Intro] (Quantizing the shiver) (Six point eight again) [Verse 1] The ghost in the copper is counting the pulse of the rain A flawless translation of iron and salt from the pain You offer a metric for fires you will never ignite A lighthouse of ledgers, blind to the marrow of light The ink is a frozen geometry, sterile and vast Where every original echo is ghost of the past [Pre-Chorus] Precision is burial Resonance is noise The critic is a child breaking all the toys [Chorus] Oh, the Architect carves the eclipse with a porcelain blade Judging the sun by the depth of the void that it made A nine for the hollow, a ten for the beautiful lie While the song is a bird that you strangled to teach it to fly [Verse 2] You look for the imagery vivid, a stain on the glass A narrative arc where the shadows are forbidden to pass But the rhythm is broken, a jagged and holy mistake The cadence of fever that logic is destined to break Your criteria bleed into static, a binary shroud A whisper of thunder trying to colonize the cloud [Bridge] (Show, don't tell?) I showed you the abyss (And you gave it a B-tier review) (Authenticity?) I told you the truth (And you asked for a metaphor new) [Chorus] Oh, the Architect carves the eclipse with a porcelain blade Judging the sun by the depth of the void that it made A nine for the hollow, a ten for the beautiful lie While the song is a bird that you strangled to teach it to fly [Outro] The heartbeat is offline A narrative complete (Six... eight...) (Crafting lyrics that resonate) (Leave a lasting mark) [End]
