歌詞

Cold midnight rain slicks the concrete giants

Third-rate lies bleed into neon defiance

Weight shifted left, a fifteen-degree stare

Your trembling fingertips sing the truth you can’t bear

A city paralyzed by a phantom in the code

Praying to a silicon god to lighten the load

But the dimple on my tie remains perfectly still

Watching your cheap little tragedy spill

Welcome to the laboratory, my dear

Optics in the dark, the diagnosis is clear

That protocol of treason you thought you concealed

Under my scalpel, it’s entirely revealed

Let me dissect this charade you keep

Before the frantic night puts the city to sleep

An ill-fitting suit soaked in synthetic sweat

The golden illusion, a fraudulent debt

Pulse hitting one-forty, the fight-or-flight spin

Every cell in your body confesses the sin

A lunatic’s baton waits for the witching hour

Peddlers of nothingness desperate for power

With a clinical blade, I’ll sever the string

And sweep off the board these pathetic kings

Welcome to the laboratory, my dear

Optics in the dark, the diagnosis is clear

The perfect little script that you carefully drew

Turns to dust the moment I look at you

Let me dissect this charade you keep

Before the new millennium wakes from its sleep

Shadows intersect in the blinding square

Confetti falls, a surprise touch of rouge in the air

An unexpected anomaly, a rather sweet glitch

But my gaze never clouds, never drops a stitch

(Whisper) ...I see right through you

Welcome to the laboratory, my dear

Optics in the dark, the diagnosis is clear

Noblesse oblige, with an elegant frost

I’ll expose your America, no matter the cost

Optics in the dark

Let me dissect it all