Title: Vacuum Scissors [Verse 1] Carving space with a pair of scissors These are the tips of my fingers Cut into the empty margins Leave only the outline Light and precise Fluid, controlled Soft, but unbreakable What I command is Form and silence [Pre-Chorus] I don’t create It already exists I just pull the hidden lines Up to the surface [Chorus] Not magic Not a miracle Discipline, repetition Discipline, repetition Technique, technique, technique It won’t betray me No turning back All the time I’ve built Vacuum scissors Leaving sound behind Dancing fingers Tracing afterimages [Verse 2] Sense isn’t given It’s carved out Repetition, count Repetition, count Beating sense into shape Until instinct bleeds Unshaken Because it’s always there Not material But a form without a name I can feel it What to leave What to remove [Pre-Chorus] Staring still Into a silent mirror The form is already Breathing [Chorus] Not magic Not a miracle Discipline, repetition Discipline, repetition Technique, technique, technique It won’t betray me No turning back All the time I’ve built Vacuum scissors Leaving sound behind Dancing fingers Cutting everything into form [Bridge] It’s not mine Just a revealed outline At the tip of touch A will rises [Final Chorus] Not magic Not a miracle Discipline, repetition Discipline, repetition Technique, technique, technique Vacuum scissors Tearing through silence Dancing fingers What remains here Was always there
