Lyric

The system is just a set of parameters

Calculated risks, nothing more, nothing less

I don’t break the lines, I just redraw the map

Where logic ends, I find the hidden gap

It’s all within the code, within the design

I’m just shifting the weight to keep it aligned

Why call it a lie when it’s merely a shift?

A correction of course, a purposeful drift

Look at the perfect shadow

Where the light refuses to fall

I own every corner, I own every wall

In this perfect shadow

I’ve mastered the art of the ghost

The more that I hide, the more I’m the host

Of the truth I’ve rewritten, the grace I’ve sold

In this perfect shadow... I never grow old

The audit is clean, the balance is precise

I’ve paid every toll, I’ve weighed every vice

No footprints remain on the polished floor

I’m the lock, the key, and the heavy door

They seek out the fault, but I am the frame

A ghost in the record, a flicker of flame

I trade in the whispers that no one can hear

Turning the panic to silence, the doubt into fear

Look at the perfect shadow

Where the light refuses to fall

I own every corner, I own every wall

In this perfect shadow

I’ve mastered the art of the ghost

The more that I hide, the more I’m the host

Of the truth I’ve rewritten, the grace I’ve sold

In this perfect shadow... I never grow old

The truth is too bright, it burns the eye

So I build a sanctuary where shadows lie

It’s not a mask, it’s a tailored fit

A perfect silhouette, brick by brick

Look at the perfect shadow

Where the light refuses to fall

I own every corner, I own every wall

In this perfect shadow

I’ve mastered the art of the ghost

The more that I hide, the more I’m the host

Of the truth I’ve rewritten, the grace I’ve sold

In this perfect shadow... I never grow old