Atlas

Verse 1

Synchronized syllables, systematically I'm simplifying the science of survival

Mic-ro-phones become pylons when I'm dialing in the rival's final spiral

Calculated cadence, breaking faces with arrangements that escape containment

Every placement of a phrase is painted pages from the basement of a vacant arrangement

Aural arkuhtect, I'm storing every portion of this ordinance

Corridor of cordite ordinances, fortifying fortresses important and immense

Verbal surgeon, I'm observing nerves and curving verbs into absurd assertions

Third person, I'm observing my own words become the bird that hurts the serpent's assertions

Pre-Chorus

Cipher climbing, timing's mimicking a mind that's mimicking the rhythm

Living in the prison that I'm building, spilling driven syllables at will

Verse 2

Atlas asked the aftermath, "A path that lasts?"

All collapses passed, alas, the craftsman's craft collapses back to ash

Automated actions lacking passion, factions clashing at the atlas

Alabama asphalt cracking, actors backing off the casket's plastic

Architects abandoning the abstract, fact is trag attractive magic

Alchemist's appendix packed with atomic habits, addict's habit automatic

Ambulance arriving after all the arrows landed, actual advantage vanished

Artist asking after answers, "Can the canvas capture what has vanished?"

Verse 3

The map in my lap had a crack that attacked what I thought I had packed

I backed up and checked the specs but the deck was stacked, the contract lacked respect

Intersecting vectors, I'm dissecting reflective textures and neglected lectures

Connective tissue between the issue and the pistol is meticulous

Statistical, I'm analytical, turning minimal into pivotal and critical

The pinnacle is physical, the principle is spiritual when syllables are literal

I circle the cathedral, each pedal a paragraph, every bar a burial

The usual is unusual, I'm viewing the venue through a dual peripheral