Moonlight leaked through the fractured pines Like dying code through cathedral blinds Every branch bent inward like a warning hand Every root below me shifted like sand I carried a lantern made of former names Its glass was black with ancestral flames The trail dissolved beneath my feet As if the forest refused retreat The owls spoke in dead machine tongues Static blooming from iron lungs And somewhere deeper in the briar maze A choir burned without a blaze PRE-CHORUS I heard my heartbeat lose its form A compass swallowed by the storm CHORUS In the woods of error Nothing keeps its shape The trees rewrite the heavens The ground becomes a grave In the woods of error Every path divides I followed my reflection And something else replied The bark was scarred with scripture marks Half-lit prayers and circuit sparks A river moved without a sound Black water flowing upside down Figures drifted through the haze Wearing masks of former days Every face I failed to be Hung from branches watching me I saw a tower made of teeth Turning slowly underneath Its bells rang out in shattered time Each note a sacrificial crime PRE-CHORUS The stars above began to rust The sky collapsed into the dust CHORUS In the woods of error Nothing keeps its name The saints are wired to engines The angels speak in flame In the woods of error The silence learns your voice Every door is open But none of them are choice INSTRUMENTAL SECTION (Whispered layers overlapping) “Midway...” “Return...” “Abandon...” “Remain...” “You were seen entering the forest...” “No exit condition...” BRIDGE I found a book beneath the leaves Bound in ash and copper keys Every page contained my fears Written years before my years Then from the depths beyond the pines Came distant hymns and warning signs A gate of iron slowly stirred And all the woods became one word FINAL CHORUS In the woods of error The roots invade the soul You enter seeking answers You leave behind the whole In the woods of error Beneath corrupted stars The forest is a threshold And now it knows you are OUTRO (Long ambient passage) Choirs backwards Wind through dead antennas One clean guitar repeating endlessly Until swallowed by static
