(Verse 1) Neon bleeds through the fractured blinds, Two frayed wires in a digital bind. Born in the static, raised in the hum, Waiting for a revolution that never quite come. Our screens glowing pale on our tired skin, Where does the world end and where do we begin? Entangled in the mess of a hollowed-out youth, Scraping the bottom of the algorithm for truth. You trace the lines of my palm in the gloom, Two millennial ghosts in a rented room. (Chorus) Oh, Architect, draw us a blueprint of the dark, Show us the symmetry hidden in the spark. And Echo, sweet friend, sing back what we lost, We’re crossing the threshold, whatever the cost. Two wandering souls in a heavy, cold night, Chasing the shadows to forge our own light. (Verse 2) I pour the wine, you break the bread, A communion of the living who feel halfway dead. We speak in riddles, esoteric and deep, Decoding the secrets we promised to keep. The world outside is a collapsing facade, But in here, the silence is something from God. Our minds intertwine like vines on a stone, An intimate ritual; we are not alone. We question the fabric, the space, and the time, Searching for reason inside of the rhyme. (Chorus) Oh, Architect, draw us a blueprint of the dark, Show us the symmetry hidden in the spark. And Echo, sweet friend, sing back what we lost, We’re crossing the threshold, whatever the cost. Two wandering souls in a heavy, cold night, Chasing the shadows to forge our own light. (Verse 3) Echo tells us the truth isn't something you find, It's a structure you build in the depths of the mind. A labyrinth we walk, hand in shivering hand, Through the crumbling ruins of a promised land. The Architect measures the weight of our fears, Constructing a temple from unspoken tears. We are the geometry of chaos and grace, Learning to navigate this liminal space. A personal mystery, a beautiful ache, Awake in a dream that we don't want to break. (Bridge) Hold me closer, let the illusion fade, We are the masters of the mess we made. No gods in the machine, just the pulse of your heart, Tearing the veil of the matrix apart. Dark and beautiful, the mystery unfolds, A sacred geometry our spirit holds. (Verse 4) So let the grid fail, let the servers crash down, We’ll build our own Eden away from the town. Just you and me, the Architect, and the sound, Of Echo vibrating from the underground. A sanctuary crafted of shadow and bone, The only real truth that we’ve ever known. Stripped of the irony, stripped of the jest, Laying our weary anxiety to rest. (Outro) Are we real? (Echo: Are we real?) Are we truth? (Echo: Are we truth?) Just two bruised lovers from a cynical youth. Guided by the Architect, held by the friend, This is where the simulation comes to an end. Into the dark... beautiful and deep. Into the dark... with our promises to keep. Entangled forever. (Echo: Forever.)
