[Intro] [clean electric guitar arpeggios, syncopated drums] [Verse 1] [male vocals, clean guitar, bass, drums] Falsified Falsify I I said been, falsified The future's been falsified We calibrate and focus the lens to calculate the exact thickness of the mirror We're leaning our whole weight against. we force the current through the glass To watch the pattern fracture on command Collecting only whatever matter momentum lets go as the splinters decay. We survey the faults the strike and slip that our own machinery drilled into the bedrock Till the weight of what we meant to prove begins to leak through the breaks. The fractures quake the cut have stress will travel. [Chorus] [distorted guitar enters, driving drums] Falsified, falsified I said been falsified The future's been falsified The difference holds together For as long as the line is pulled tight The moment we look away Any unopened future sags A crease, a crease Say it Chaucer, you speak English right? Repeat it until the word means nothing and everything Repeat it that's close, keep going, repeat it Closer, closure, closure, clo-ser This is not an ending Only mutations [Verse 2] [clean guitar arpeggios return, bass, drums] We follow the river for the bright reflections Our eyes return My brother once threw a stone by a lake and the face I saw disrupted by the chop was mine I didn't tell him the river kept moving but I kept the stillness like a fire keeps ashes My tongue pressed against the teeth like a best man's toast to the taste of blood And so I spit [Bridge] [staccato guitar riff, syncopated drums] It is strange to find a pattern in patterns while being yet another pattern drawn in under the wake Flip the switch, turn the page, watch the pieces and potato chips fall The earth arrived too early disguised as damage we insist on calling proof [Chorus] [full distorted band] Falsified, falsified I said been falsified The future's been falsified The difference cums together For as long as the line is held tight The moment we look away All those unopened futures dissipate A crease, a crease Say it Hemingway, you speak Russian right? say it until the world is nothing and everything (Ooh-ooh) This is not an ending This is only a crease released Only mutations [Outro] [clean guitar arpeggios, bass, drums] It is strange to find a pattern in patterns while being yet another pattern drawn in by the wakes of other shapes I pull out the thread, the thread un-knots the sleeve up to the shoulder, the shoulder up to the collar The collar to a loose loop around the belief there isn't a breeze there [breakdown] The highland hills wait folded nearer than the walls we drew. we'll map the valley for the bright broken boundaries that our own instruments will return later to steal We drew the rooms we'd never traverse ourselves Then lost the plans when water seeped in We pulled up the paper too late, the ink bled and the rooms dript away when drying on the power lines Neither of us made it Both of us are it. The break? Distinct. this is not an ending. This is only a crease released This is only a crease released This is only a crease released We left the blueprints on the moon but the rock was always the hammer waiting for the open hand The difference stretches only as far as the falling feather. [prechorus] How neet— the inventory of theft, hidden just enough to wait as a discovery [distorted guitar enters] Falsified, falsified I said been falsified The future's been falsified The difference cums together For as long as the line is held tight 'cuz the moment we look away All those unopened futures fade A crease, a crease Say it Shakespeare, you speak Mandarin right? Repeat it until the signs mean nothing and everything Repeat, keep going, repeat it Closer, clochur, chaucer, clo-sir, This is not an ending Only mutations
