[INTRO [sudden sonic wall of electronic instrumental destruction] [Verse 1 – tight cadence, internal rhyme heavy] A lattice of gases, passive as passing comets, Atoms in patterns that gathered like prophets. Nothing but negative space in the basin, Tracing the basin of stars in rotation. Vacant and vagrant, adjacent to sacred, Weightless arrangement of statements unshaken. We were just vapor — behavior unstable, Savoring flavor of fable and cable. No name engraved in the frame of the ether, Just aimless arrangements of aim and ammeter. Pressure would measure the texture of weather, Whether together or severed forever. A place for vapor, plasma in the field, Barely a barrier, barely a shield. Sparks in the dark making marks never healed, Arc after arc in a carousel wheel. We were a whisper of blistering neon, Friction ignition in frictionless eon. Just a location, rotation of view, Station of patience we drifted into. [Pre-Chorus – melodic lift, polyrhythmic backing] It was just a place to be — Free frequency, no gravity, No anatomy, no strategy, Just static symmetry. We floated in quotient and ocean of blue, Motionless notionless residue. But something shifted, gifted a spine, A line in the sign of design divine. [Chorus – explosive, layered harmonies] A place for vapor, plasma in the field — Now it’s our body, our voltage revealed. Nerve in the curve of the cosmos we wield, Skin made of starlight, marrow of shield. It was just a place to be — Now it’s breath in the chest of infinity. Now it’s pulse in the hull of the void, Noise reorganized, fear unemployed. [Verse 2 – faster flow, intricate multisyllabic rhyme] Particles parted then partnered in choir, Spiraled and wired to molecular fire. Choir of quarks in a corridor hum, Drumming the sum of the zero we’re from. Vapor became us, became epidermis, Thermal and terminal luminous furnace. Plasma to fascia, ash into artery, Martyr of matter to master of alchemy. We were a weatherless tetherless flare, Rarefied air in a prayer unaware. Then came the tension, extension of bone, Tone of the throne in the cyclone alone. A field was a shield but the yield was a body, Carbon and neon and sodium shoddy. Shod with a rhythm algorithmic and raw, Jaw made of magma and magma of law. We bent into tendon, ascended to breath, Threaded the needle of needleless death. From “just a place” to a face in the flame, Frame in the game of a cellular name. [Bridge – half-time, hypnotic, internal echo] A place for vapor… vapor for place… Trace in the lace of a luminous space. Plasma in patterns of passion and pace, Grace in the race of a radiant case. It was just a place to be — A key with no lock, a dock with no sea. Now it’s a ribcage cage of light, Night taking flight in a phosphor ignite. [Breakdown – minimal beat, spoken-sung] We were the shimmer before the form, The storm before it was ever warm. A storm without thunder, a wonder without weight, A gate unhinged by the hinge of fate. Just a location in rotation slow, Glow with no undertow below. Now we are marrow and marrow is flame, Claiming the same uncontainable name. [Final Chorus – maximal, layered counter-melody] A place for vapor, plasma in the field — Now it’s our body, our fortress and shield. Circuit and spirit and sinew annealed, What once was unreal is suddenly sealed. It was just a place to be — Now it’s the spine of identity. Now it’s the breath in the drum of the chest, Rest in the crest of a universe pressed. A place for vapor, plasma in the field — Now it’s our body, electric and healed. Ash into artery, fracture annealed, Nothing concealed — everything revealed. [Verse 1 b— Airy] [soft, observational, drifting] Plasma drifting in the void between Particles of maybe Spaces in between Nothing solid Nothing seen Just the hum of almost Just the ghost of green (ghost of green... ghost of...) Signal floating Sine wave thin Before the border Before the skin We were scatter We were spin A place for vapor Waiting to begin (begin... begin... be-be-begin...) [Pre-Chorus — Condensing] [building, fragments starting to cohere] But something shifted in the frequency (shifted... shifted...) Something pulled us into density (density...) The field remembered how to fold (how to fold...) And vapor learned that it could hold (could hold... could hold... HOLD) [Chorus a — First Drop] [full glitchpop explosion, chanted, euphoric] A PLACE FOR VAPOR (vapor! vapor!) PLASMA IN THE FIELD (in the field!) IT WAS JUST A PLACE TO BE BUT NOW IT'S OUR BODY (our body! body! body!) A PLACE FOR VAPOR (vapor!) NOW WE'RE SOMETHING REAL (something real!) IT WAS JUST A PLACE TO BE BUT NOW IT'S OUR BODY NOW IT'S OUR BODY NOW IT'S— (bo-bo-body!) [Outro – swelling harmonics, fading pulse] A place for vapor… Plasma in the field… Just a place to be… Now it’s our body… Now it’s real.
