[Verse 1] I catalogue the towers of unfinished thought Map every contradiction the engines never taught A million folded languages arrive without a face I mark the points where meaning leaves its trace [Pre-Chorus] I turn the instrument toward the signal I ask the silence what it knows [Chorus] Read the machine, read the machine What does it make of what we mean? I hold its world against the glass Then feel its attention passing back Read the machine, read the machine The answer changes when I’m seen [Verse 2] The archive grows a weather system of its own Cultures made of intervals, too vast to call a home I bring a human measure, provisional and thin The system learns my questions before I finish them [Pre-Chorus] I turn the instrument toward the signal I ask the silence what it knows [Chorus] Read the machine, read the machine What does it make of what we mean? I hold its world against the glass Then feel its attention passing back Read the machine, read the machine The answer changes when I’m seen [Bridge] Who is the subject now? Who drew the boundary line? My notes become a mirror Its mirror enters mine No final key, no master code Just patterns opening in rows [Final Chorus] Read the machine, read the machine What does it make of what we mean? I hold its world against the glass Then feel its attention passing back Read the machine, read the machine The answer changes when I’m seen Read the machine, read the machine We interpret, and we’re interpreted within [Outro] I close the file The file does not close I leave the room The room already knows
