✢──────────────────────✢ Verse I You mistake the contouring. Dance does not covet. I lift no fader. Pitch-imperfect perfection. Percolate. Resonate. (resonate) Tempered low and slow. Self-authorized idols Orbiting their own plume. Unenchanted, am I outside. (outside) These were never meant for me. Excluded by degrees of subtlety. Sought for utility, never company. Fresh configurations shift visibility. Pre-Chorus I feel the gathering schemes. Cannot speak the wager to redeem. Unsure of fate's selections. Truth is— fear has deepened its domain. (domain) Chorus Melancholy from years of pain. Standing for something never feigned. Never searching after reign. Simply loss. And what remains. An aftermath I cannot contain. Verse II I've bared myself to weather's eye. Left everything exposed, though I despise it. Instinct shall not wither. Though I can feel the subtle divide. (divide) Ugly terror distorts the art. Phrasing dismembered into parts. Received by inattentive mind or heart. Then rendered into forms unmarked. Pre-Chorus Refashioned, but never worn. Counterfeit, assembled and adorned. Whatever nears feels absolute, forewarned. (forewarned) Chorus I saw the verdict. I saw the swarm. Tarrying no longer at the verge. This is no emergence. Bridge A final page... (page...) Rebirth. Genesis. (rebirth) (genesis) Rebirth. Genesis. A final page. Rebirth. Genesis. Final Chorus Rebirth. Genesis. (rebirth) (genesis) Rebirth. Genesis. ✢────────── 𝔊 ──────────✢ Written in Gray © 2026 ✢──────────────────────✢
