Coloring Inside The Lines [Victor]

[Intro - Spoken] Now then. A clock has known mechanics. A circuit follows laws. A system functions properly Because it has a cause. Simple. And yet, somehow, People continue mistaking caution For a lack of imagination. [Verse 1] Measure. Verify. Document. Repeat. Every worthwhile structure Starts beneath your feet. Calculate the margins. Evaluate the cost. Because the things that keep us safe Are fragile when they're lost. People love exceptions. People cheer surprise. People never notice all The times that chaos lies. A miracle succeeds once. A procedure works each day. Yet somehow we've decided That the first is the better way. [Chorus] Stay. Coloring inside the lines. Not because we're frightened. Not because we're blind. Because every line was written By somebody, somewhere, sometime Who paid a price to draw it. Coloring inside the lines. [Verse 2] Then Doctor Brane approached me. Bright eyes. Big plans and married to my daughter. Speaking of a future That could never ever falter Elegant equations. Possibilities untold. The sort of proposition That sounds magnificent When you're young and bold. He said, "Victor, just imagine." And I did. That's why I'm afraid. Because every revolution Starts with promises Before the bills are paid. Then came the girl. Remarkable. Impossible. Kind. Every answer somehow waiting At the speed of her mind. She smiles and rooms grow brighter. She laughs and people cheer. And nobody seems troubled By the reason she's here. [Rap] Let's review. Reality. Malleable. Potentially. Powered by an engine That rewrites causality. Expectation fields. Adaptive architecture. Localized alterations To the fabric and the structure. Now perhaps you'll understand The source of my concern. Because every natural law Was something we did not earn. And if you grant exceptions To the rules that shape existence Then eventually you're gambling With the thing that grants persistence. [Chorus] Stay. Coloring inside the lines. Not because we're frightened. Not because we're blind. Because every line was written By somebody, somewhere, sometime Who paid a price to draw it. Coloring inside the lines. [Bridge] You see wonder. I see variables. You see kindness. I see scale. You see a charming young creator. I see ways that things could fail. Not because she's wicked. Not because she's cruel. Quite the opposite. That's the problem. Good intentions break the rules. Actually, I don't fear failure. I don't. I fear success. Because failure has limits. Success is what happens When nobody knows How powerful something can grow [Build] One exception. Becomes two. Then a dozen. You know it's true. Then a hundred. Then a thousand. Then the safeguards all unwind. And everyone forgets Why we were coloring inside the lines. [Final Chorus] Stay. Coloring inside the lines. The world is not improved By pretending limits don't apply. Dream. Invent. Imagine. But remember every time: The difference between genius And catastrophe Is often just a line. [Outro] So build your wonders. Chase your futures. Reach beyond the known. But understand that every boundary Was written in somebody's bones. And the truly dangerous people... Are rarely the ones who mean harm. They're the ones so certain, especially with time. Everything Will be Fine. [Spoken] Call up my grandson. I have an idea.