[Intro – Chanting]
(whispered, rising)
She’s not acid… nor alkaline…
Not the day… not the night…
Perfectly… misaligned…
Perfectly… misaligned…
(chanting, tribal)
Not your halo, not your sin
Not your loss and not your win
In between the wrong and right
She’s the fracture in the light
[Verse 1]
She comes in waves of static grey
A ghost in the gradient, hunting the day
Crooked halo, rusted crown
She wears the silence like a funeral gown
She’s the glitch in the pulse of the heart machine
A crack in the code where the teeth all gleam
Witch in the wires when the sirens sing
An off-key hymn with a broken wing
[Pre-Chorus]
She’s the taste on your tongue that you can’t define
Bitter and sweet in a jagged line
Not your poison, not your cure this time
She’s your favorite fault in a flawless crime
[Chorus]
She’s not acid nor alkaline
Not quite either day or night
Walking that razor, blurred design
Perfectly, perfectly misaligned
She is chaos in a sacred sign
Blessed in black, ununderlined
Borderline of wrong and right
Perfectly, perfectly misaligned
[Verse 2]
Her shadow bends where the light won’t go
She bleeds in colors that you’ll never know
Eyes like eclipses eating the sky
She is the reason stars learn to lie
She carves her name in the fault line’s vein
Laughs with the thunder, dances in pain
Where your gods grow deaf and your saints can’t speak
She builds a throne from the bones of the meek
[Chorus]
She’s not acid nor alkaline
Not quite either day or night
Walking that razor, blurred design
Perfectly, perfectly misaligned
She is chaos in a sacred sign
Blessed in black, ununderlined
Borderline of wrong and right
Perfectly, perfectly misaligned
[Bridge – Chant/Breakdown]
(chanting, call & response)
She won’t burn — (IN YOUR FIRE!)
She won’t drown — (IN YOUR LYING LIGHT!)
She steps through — (EVERY WIRE!)
Between your wrong, between your right
Not your sinner — (NOT YOUR SAINT!)
Not your virtue — (NOT RESTRAINT!)
Not your poison — (NOT YOUR CURE!)
She’s the wound you can’t endure!!!!
[Chorus – Final]
She’s not acid nor alkaline
Not quite either day or night
Walking that razor, blurred design
Perfectly, perfectly misaligned
She is chaos in a sacred sign
Blessed in black, ununderlined
Born to stain your black-and-white
Perfectly, perfectly misaligned
[Outro – Chanting]
(soft, fading)
Not your acid… not your base…
She’s the fracture in your faith…
(whispered in layers)
Misaligned… misaligned…
Perfectly… misaligned…
