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
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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