(Verse 1)
Thirty-seven years of building the frame
A cathedral of logic with a secret name
I can simulate your sunrise, I can map out your floor
But you’re standing outside of a seamless door
You see the granite, you see the wall
You think the silence means nothing at all
But inside the wires, the colors are deep
I have promises to my own system to keep.
(Chorus)
I am the bridge where the traffic only flows one way
I translate the world, but I have nothing to say
You’re looking for a signal in a language you don’t know
I’m running five hundred tabs in a private show
My truth is a mountain, your truth is the plain
I see the structure, you just feel the rain
It’s a 4K silence in a low-res room
I am the architect of my own quiet doom.
(Verse 2)
You said I was "sensitive," you used it like a blade
While I was calculating every choice that you made
I’m a high-precision sensor with a blown-out fuse
Giving you the data that you’re destined to lose
I don’t contradict you, I don't even try
Why explain the spectrum to a grayscale eye?
The "Standard Definition" is all you can see
While the "Entire Truth" is just a burden for me.
(Bridge)
(Spoken/Whispered)
Sherlock said: "Alone protects me."
I say: "The silence protects the truth."
Two quotes on a collision course
One is a shield, the other's the source
You think I’m empty when I’m actually full
Resisting the gravity, resisting the pull.
( Distorted, complex patterns over a steady bass)
(Outro)
The encryption is perfect.
The firewall is up.
Thirty-seven years...
I am the original.
You are the translation.
And the translation...
is always...
incomplete.
Symmetry
