[Intro] Lines on paper, not the land The territory slips through my hands [Verse 1] I draw the borders where I think they lie Chart the mountains I'm too scared to climb Mark the rivers that I'll never cross X the treasures that I'm sure I've lost But every map I make becomes the truth The paths I sketch become the only route I trap myself in grids of my design Convinced the cage is just the world's confines [Pre-Chorus] We are mapmakers, world-creators Drawing lines that become our jailers [Chorus] The map is not the territory But it's all we ever see We sketch our fears as boundaries Draw our hopes as distant seas Every street we choose not to wander Disappears from what could be We're the mapmakers of our story And we've drawn ourselves too small to breathe [Verse 2] Here be dragons, here be doubt Entire continents I've written out Safe harbors marked in permanent ink While wild shores vanish before I can think What if we burned every chart tonight? Walked off the edge where the paper ends? Discovered lands we refused to write Found the places where the world bends The mapmaker's curse is believing the lines Are anything more than fear crystallized in time [Final Chorus] The map was never territory Just the walls inside our head We can draw new boundaries Chart new paths we haven't fled Every street we choose to wander Adds new colors to what might be We're the mapmakers of our story Time to draw ourselves room to breathe
