(Intro)
(Slow, breathing synth pads. The sound of rain or static.)
The iron echo.
The distorted beam.
The observer.
Abstracted.
(Verse 1)
Deep in the hour of a static state,
The geometry aligns to lock the gate.
A silver needle, a steady hand,
Mapping the veins of a nameless land.
I see the friction where the colors bleed,
The math of a soul... the silent speed.
(Pre-Chorus)
(Bass pulses like a slow heartbeat)
The air is velvet.
The sound is sharp.
A resonance trapped on a jagged harp.
I feel the tension of the breaking wire...
The empathy... of a funeral pyre.
(Chorus)
(The beat enters: Heavy, dragging, intentional)
I am the logic in a house of glass,
Watching the shadows of the giants pass.
One found the exit, a hollow trace.
One was a garden, erased by space.
And the third is a fire that will not die—
Burning under a slate-gray sky.
(Verse 2)
(Minimalist percussion, focused on the deep male voice)
I am the pillar in the shifting dust,
The plan for the sorrow, the shield for the trust.
The world is a signal I can’t quite catch,
A locked-out heart with a rusted latch.
Where the ancient roots still know my ghost,
The stranger... is finally the host.
(Bridge)
(Music fades to a single humming note)
Deep-sea patterns.
Lines of salt.
I carry the weight of every fault.
A cold alignment of fractured parts:
The sharpest mind.
The warmest hearts.
(Build-up)
(Strings begin to swell, building emotional pressure)
The blueprint is blood.
The ink is bone.
Building a temple...
I inhabit alone.
(Chorus)
(Full cinematic climax – wide, orchestral synths)
I am the logic in a house of glass,
Watching the shadows of the giants pass.
One found the exit.
One was a garden.
One is a fire that will not die—
Burning under a slate-gray sky.
(Outro)
(Piano melody fades out slowly)
Architect of the hollow night.
Abstracted.
Connected.
Found in the blur.
The observer...
Of all we were.
Symmetry
