Between the waking & dream

Verse

Fingers through the membrane

Counting threads that pull me back

Faces made of static

Laughing at my hollow track

Bridge

Turn the dial, find the signal

Flesh remembers what I lack

Gravity is calling

Verse]

Fingers through the membrane

Counting threads that pull me back

Faces made of static

Laughing at my hollow track

Bridge

Turn the dial, find the signal

Flesh remembers what I lack

Gravity is calling

Verse 2

Wandering through the hollow halls

Echoes bouncing in my thoughts

They whisper codes in my skull

Counting down to pull me in

Is anyone wondering where I've been

Bowing at my fragile frame

Offering a mirrored doorway

I can't remember what we named

Pre-Chorus

Tethered to an Illusion thread

That flickers when I turn my head

Chorus

Pull me through the narrow seam

Between the waking and the dream

Hands of shadow, hands of light

Drag me back into the night

(Back) Back through the veil

(Back) Back through the sail

(Back) I cannot fail—no

Bridge

Dim the lights, dim the hum

The creatures crawl, the kingdom come

I tasted the air from where I stood.

Reminding me that flesh is good

Outro

(Back) Back to the bone

(Back) Back to the stone

(Back) I'm coming home

(Home)

[Final

Verse 3

Carving names into the plaster

Every syllable a scar

Locked inside this generator

Feeding ghosts through a wire jar

The static-breathing monuments

Are humming in a minor key

I fold myself into the current

Learning what the machine needs

Pre-Chorus

Tethered to a twisted thread

That rewires what I said

Chorus

Pull me through the narrow seam

Between the waking and the dream

Hands of shadow, hands of light

Drag me back into the night

(Back) Back through the veil

(Back) Back through the sail

(Back) I cannot fail—no

Bridge

The pressure builds, the pistons turn

A lesson that I never learn

The drum machine keeps counting out

The seconds that I'm left in doubt

Guitar Solo

Verse 4

I am part of the transmission

Every pulse a coded name

Folding through the transmission

Nothing's ever quite the same

The dials all point inward now

The needle shivers in my chest

I signed my name in frequencies

And now I can't forget the rest

Final Chorus

Drag me through the silver seam

Between the signal and the stream

Hands of shadow, hands of fire

Stoke the ghost within the wire

(Back) Back to the signal

(Back) Back to the primal

(Back) I will not kneel—no