(Verse 1)

I’m tracing circles in the static of a restless mind, (MIND)

Searching for the precious kind of truth that’s hard to find.

The architecture of the soul is built on hollow beams,

We’re sewing tattered seams inside these technicolor dreams. (Dreams)

I speak in parables, the weight is often bearable,

Until the mirror shows a ghost that’s looking terrible.

But I won't sugarcoat the salt or sanitize the sting,

(Chorus)

It’s the rhythm of the honest, the rebel in the bones,

Building up a monument with ordinary stones.

No veneer on the vision, no faking the feel,

Just the gritty and the pretty and the unmistakably real. (REAL)

(Verse 2)

I trade my anecdotes for antidotes to kill the pride,

I’ve got a galaxy of gravity tucked deep inside.

The lexicon is heavy, every syllable is stratified,

I’m satisfied with being simplified and clarified.

We chase the currency but lose the current of the soul, (SOUL)

Trying to fix the fragment when we never saw the whole.

So keep the metaphor, I’d rather have the naked breath,

The kind of vivid life that isn’t terrified of death.

(Verse 3)

I’m dissecting every syllable to find the hidden syntax,

Escaping from the climax of a world that’s made of thin wax.

They’re selling mirages in expensive-looking packages,

But I’m just cleaning wreckage from the damage of my passages.

It’s a labor of the lexicon, a symphony of syntax,

Avoid the mental thumbtacks and the rhetoric that impacts.

I’m navigating gravity with levity and grace, (GRACE)

While the vanity of sanity is written on my face.

(Verse 4)

The clocks are ticking paradox, we’re racing against stillness,

Looking for the wellness in the middle of the illness.

I’ve got a reservoir of memoirs bubbling in the basement,

Seeking out a placement that’s a permanent replacement.

No more synthetic sentiments or digital disguises,

I’m watching how the sun sets and how the spirit rises.

It’s the unvarnished narrative, the pulse beneath the skin,

Where the ending of the ego is the place where we begin.

(Outro)

No filter on the frequency,

No mask upon the melody.

Just the truth in its totality.