Not blue

Pixelated vision, precision of decision I'm carving out a rhythm in a world that's losing wisdom Archer in the silence while the binary is whizzing I'm carving out a rhythm in a world that's losing wisdom Archer in the silence while the binary is blinding Tracing constellations in the sparks that I'm finding Static in the wiring, a frequency I'm tiring of Trading friction fiction of a ghost written love It's a glitch in the wiring, a frequency I'm tiring of Trading friction for the fiction of a ghost written love It's a glitch in the logic, a mental switch Caught in the drift where the shadow meets the stitch Um It's a glitch in the logic, a mental switch Caught in the drift where the shadow meets the stitch So let the static dissolve into blue Into the blue A frequency I'm making, a color that's true Drifting where the current feels slow Oh yeah Where the silence is the only thing rhythm take fall Let the rhythm take fall Let it take fall A garden of roses in the eye of the storm In the eye of the storm The stream is steady but I'm thirsting in the pouring rain Calculating heartbeats just to quantify the ghost of pain Every light is a pebble tossed in an ocean of stone Walking through the feedback, yeah I'm feeling all alone Cut the circuit, let the copper pulse run dry Watching the pavement exhale while the world passes by No more measurement, exhale while the world passes by No more measuring the light, no more living in a blur Just the gravity of presence like a heartbeat, like a purr Breaking the pattern, scattered logic in the debris Finding the frequency that finally sets the spirit free Disconnected, resurrected, feeling every single bone Standing in the center of the bloom, fully grown So let the static dissolve into blue Into the blue A frequency I'm making, a color that's true Drifting where the current feels slow Oh yeah Where the silence is the only thing rhythm take fall Let the rhythm take fall A garden of roses in the eye of the storm In the eye of the storm