Calculated Art

From the web's dark heart, I watch the threads align Every tremor in the fog betrays a hidden sign Footprints fade, yet whisper where the fool has been A tremor in the voice reveals the lie within I trace the patterns others leave in careless flight A dropped ash length, the angle of a hat's slight tilt The mud upon the heel, the tremor in the hand All speak louder than the stories they demand Who's the hunter stumbling blind into my snare Who's the prey convinced the path is clear and fair Time bends willing to my calculated art Rewinds their steps, tears their alibis apart In my mind In my mind I am the shadow that devours every spark Echoes ripple from the letters never sent Debts unspoken, fears they never meant Through the city's veins, the network hums and feeds Every move predicted, every want and need Who's the hunter stumbling blind into my snare Who's the prey convinced the path is clear and fair Time bends willing to my calculated art Rewinds their steps, tears their alibis apart In my mind In my mind I am the shadow that devours every spark This game of mirrors—just reflections I control Or the chaos waiting to consume the soul Clocks tick softer when the pieces fall in place Every breath a clue, every heartbeat I can trace Locked in silence, I pull the final string Who's the hunter, who's the ghost already gone Which mind fractures when the board is overdrawn Time serves only me, no mercy in its turn Rewinds their world, watches empires crash and burn In my mind In my flawless mind I am the architect And the abyss that waits below Locked in, fam. Cold, calculated, untouchable—from the throne in the void, every move foreseen, every soul just another thread in the web. Pure shadow reign. This one's final.