[Intro] [Instrumental] (Hammond drone, beating synth, motorik tick, no voice) [Verse 1] [Soft] I wasn't praying. I was only awake. The room held still the way a held breath does. Some old argument unfinished in the chest And the phone lit up like it had been listening. One eleven. No knock. No beetle at the glass. Just three thin pillars standing in the dark As if the minute had a face. [Verse 2] They say one is the first fire, the lone spark, The self that hasn't learned a second name. Eleven is the gate that will not close — Two ones that refuse to be the same. Stack them and the teachers call it alignment, A master number leaning toward the veil. I don't need a chart to feel the pull. I only know I looked, and it was there. [Pre-Chorus] [Building] Not a message. Not a hand. Just the minute Taking a stand. [Chorus] Not cause and not a message from the sky No hand that set the digits just for me An inner weather meeting something outer And meaning standing where the two agree One eleven — the hour with no father Coincidence wearing my own coat If the world is one beneath the split This is how it clears its throat {Slapping Bass Guitar solo} [Verse 3] [Soft] I used to hunt the pattern like a debt Count the misses, call the hits a sign Now I ask the question Jung would ask: What in me was ready to be timed? The number doesn't speak. It only rhymes With whatever I was already becoming. A beginning looking at a beginning Looking at a beginning. That's the summing. [Bridge] [Ethereal] Scarab on a window, hexagram in hand A clock face doing what a symbol can You can call it bias, you can call it Tao You can call it nothing and still not look away now The law of sequence sleeps. The law of meaning doesn't. [Chorus] Not cause and not a message from the sky No hand that set the digits just for me An inner weather meeting something outer And meaning standing where the two agree One eleven — the hour with no father Coincidence wearing my own coat If the world is one beneath the split This is how it clears its throat [Guitar solo} [Outro] [Soft] One. And one. And one. The same time content. I see you. I was already here. [End]
