(Verse 1) A flicker in the static, a ripple in the glass, Watching shadows of a life that never came to pass. A laboratory basement, where the "Silt" of time resides, And a father plays a "Serious" game where God and man collide. They call it "The Pattern," a glitch inside the cell, A story that the observers are waiting now to tell. (Pre-Chorus) Two worlds are bleeding, the "Pressure" starts to rise, I can see the "Mystery" reflected in your eyes. Between the silver and the gold, the bridge is burning thin, Where does the nightmare end, and where do we begin? (Chorus) Crossing the fringe, where the logic breaks away, In the "Stillness" of the amber, we’re frozen in the gray. From the Harvard halls of madness to the "Steel" of Liberty, I’ll find the "Noble" version of the ghost you used to be. Everything is connected, every "Grit" and every spark, We’re just two heartbeats singing in the dark. (Verse 2) Strawberry milkshakes and a cow named Jean, Finding "Tranquility" in the space between. A boy from the "Other Side," a hole within the sky, A "Heavy Haul" of secrets that were never meant to die. Walternate is watching, the "Symmetry" is cold, But the "Stillness" of a White Tulip is a promise yet to hold. (Bridge) The Observers are coming, with their hats and silent stares, Stripping back the "Atmospheric" weight of all our prayers. But Cortexiphan is pulsing, a "Fire" in the brain, Olivia, can you hear me through the "Rhythm" of the rain? (Chorus) Crossing the fringe, where the logic breaks away, In the "Stillness" of the amber, we’re frozen in the gray. From the Harvard halls of madness to the "Steel" of Liberty, I’ll find the "Noble" version of the ghost you used to be. Everything is connected, every "Grit" and every spark, We’re just two heartbeats singing in the dark. [instrumental interlude] [eerie piano] (Outro) The universe is healing, the "Silt" has washed away, A letter in the mailbox for a sunnier day. Just a drawing of a flower, a "Noble" sign of grace, In the "Tranquility" of a world that’s finally found its place. (Softly) Everything is connected. The Pattern is complete. [shred guitar solo] {song ending with piano]
