Lyric

Do you know

The Virgin of the Rocks?

Louvre… London…

Two echoes in the dark

…doesn’t matter

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[Verse 1]

They told me

The Louvre is sacred ground

Textbook crowns

Handed down

But my eyes begin to bend

Something broken in the frame

Angels shrink, the ladder tilts

Heaven slips out of its name

Red cloth, wounded feet

Signals buried underneath

Can’t you feel it calling still?

An announcement never killed

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Scholars read

I only see

Five hundred years

Of blind belief

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Gabriel is in this painting

Hidden plain, erased by name

Look at the angle of the neck

Silent screams inside the frame

Don’t believe the words they sell

Look at shape, look at spell

Explanation is the lie

Paint is where the truth survives

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[Verse 2]

London’s child, a mirrored face

Same shadow, time displaced

Not two souls, not twins at all

Self watching self through stone and wall

Turn the scene, reverse the sign

Fingertips align in time

There it blooms beyond the plan

Christ on Medici’s flowered land

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Gabriel is in this painting

Time bends thin, the axis breaks

Only eyes that dare to stare

Receive the call they tried to fake

Gabriel is in this painting

Not in books, not in debate

If you see it

It’s already too late

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…five hundred years

What were your eyes

Looking at?