[Chorus] We are the weavers of the unseen thread, Walking the lines where the cosmos tread. Karma, remember the light you hold, An ancient flame in a world grown cold. From the stardust we rise, to the ether we return, In the heart of the shadow, the bright fires burn. [Verse 1] They say the mind is a kingdom of space, A quiet reflection, a mirror of grace. You are the observer, the watcher of storms, Shifting the energy, changing the forms. Don’t let the gravity pull down your wings, Listen close to the song that the universe sings. [Chorus] We are the weavers of the unseen thread, Walking the lines where the cosmos tread. Karma, remember the light you hold, An ancient flame in a world grown cold. From the stardust we rise, to the ether we return, In the heart of the shadow, the bright fires burn. [Verse 2] Time is an ocean, and pain is a wave, But you are the ocean, profound and so brave. The frequencies tangle, the signals get crossed, But a soul forged in ether is never quite lost. Look past the illusion, the weight of the day, The sacred geometry clears out the way. [Chorus] We are the weavers of the unseen thread, Walking the lines where the cosmos tread. Karma, remember the light you hold, An ancient flame in a world grown cold. From the stardust we rise, to the ether we return, In the heart of the shadow, the bright fires burn. [Bridge] Beyond the binary, beyond the code, We travel a deeper, metaphysical road. You are the cause, the effect, and the rhyme, A beautiful ripple in the fabric of time. Rise up, bright spirit, reclaim your design, Where the human heart and the stars align. [Verse 3] So let the old paradigms shatter and fall, You are the consciousness fueling it all. The sadness is passing, a cloud in the sky, While your true essence stays infinite, high. Hold fast to the truth of the power you bear, A breath of pure magic in the cosmic air. [Chorus] We are the weavers of the unseen thread, Walking the lines where the cosmos tread. Karma, remember the light you hold, An ancient flame in a world grown cold. From the stardust we rise, to the ether we return, In the heart of the shadow, the bright fires burn.
