Lyric

Are we the dancers or the floor that is breaking?

The ancient truth or the chorus we’re faking?

We’re mapping the stars with a ghost of a flame

Writing our laws in a world with no name

The code in our blood and the wind in our breath

A beautiful pulse in the shadow of death

Oh-oh-oh, we’re the silence between every note

The secret that stays in the back of the throat

Deep in the pines, shadows grow tall

Nobody’s watching when the giants fall

Did it make a bang? Or was it just silent?

A ghost in the woods, no witness, no violent

Meaning is a drug, we’re all just users

Labeling the win, labeling the losers

If the eye closes, do the colors stay?

Or does the whole world just fade away?

Straight up

The world is a mirror, reflecting the fake

I call it "myself" for the memories I make

But look in the dark, where the silence is loud

No clout in the void, just a face in the cloud

Boundary trippin’

Subjective on the low

When the "me" dissolves and the "you" starts to go

That’s the only moment

That we actually know

The world is a mirror, reflecting the fake

I call it "myself" for the memories I make

But look in the dark, where the silence is loud

No clout in the void, just a face in the cloud

It’s all an illusion, the ego, the "I"

The truth stays hidden while the labels all lie

The code in our blood and the wind in our breath

A beautiful pulse in the shadow of death

Oh-oh-oh, we’re the silence between every note

The secret that stays in the back of the throat

The secret that stays in the back of the throat

Are we the dancers or the floor that is breaking?

The ancient truth or the chorus we’re faking?

We’re mapping the stars with a ghost of a flame

Writing our laws in a world with no name