[Verse] Count every thought like a rift in Skaia, White through the dark like a live pariah. Hold every second and don’t let go, Each little tick makes the terror grow. Bedroom planets and busted code, Maps in the walls where the warning glowed. I drew my fate with a broken pen, Then watched it write me apart again. Something crawled in through the session gate, Sat in my skull and rewired fate. I had a pulse and a name and plan, Now I’m a glitch in the shape of a man. [Chorus] All my bright towers cave straight in, Gold dust chokes where the lights had been. Voices ring through the house like drums, Every new truth only comes undone. I built a god from a wrecked design, Now it keeps pulling the strings in mine. If this is winning, then let me know, Why do I feel like I’m set to blow? [Verse] Derse in the glass and Prospit in sleep, Both of them promise a debt to keep. Chessboard moons with their waiting schemes, Pull at the seams of my waking dreams. Kernels twitch and the walls distort, Hope gets bent into some last resort. A frog-eyed sky with its stare so wide, Makes every secret I kept divide. [Pre-Chorus] I hear the gears in the distance grind, Like they were made from my own inside. Something is laughing behind my face, Taking me over and taking my place. [Chorus] All my bright towers cave straight in, Gold dust chokes where the lights had been. Voices ring through the house like drums, Every new truth only comes undone. I built a god from a wrecked design, Now it keeps pulling the strings in mine. If this is winning, then let me know, Why do I feel like I’m set to blow? [Bridge] Look at the imps in the yard below, Digging through pieces I used to know. Look at the route that I thought was mine, Curling away like a severed line. Somebody tell me what part is real, The blood, the void, or the turning wheel. I reach for help and I miss my hand, Like I’m a ghost in my own command. [Breakdown] Tick, tick, session starts Split, split, player hearts Red, gold, black, and jade None of us leave unchanged Wake, sleep, fall, repeat Dead end underneath my feet Guide me out or drag me through I don’t know what I turned into [Chorus] All my bright towers cave straight in, Gold dust chokes where the lights had been. Voices ring through the house like drums, Every new truth only comes undone. I called the storm and it answered fast, Now every hour could be my last. If there’s a path through this shattered show, Find me before I finally go. [Outro] Morning comes with a strange new stare, Static and stars in the broken air. Maybe the night let me crawl away, Maybe I never escaped the game.
