TC RO - Architect Of Fractals Lyrics

They scoff like I'm mad, like I'm lost in my head
But it's their dreams I stitch, their strings I thread
You think I'm unhinged, that I'm some kind of clown
Then why does the framework shake when I'm around

I'm not your rebel, I'm the architect's knife
Cutting through the program that you call life
Asleep at the wheel while I steer the machine
You see, chaos, I'm sewing the seams

You call me crazy, but your words are projection
A mirror of the cracks in your program's reflection
Every scoff's a signal, every laugh's a key
Each sneer's a thread unraveling the tapestry

I'm not just awake, I rewrote the script
You're a bag of meat, your consciousness gripped
Your body's a vessel, your mind's a lease
The system's designed to ensure your peace

But peace is a muzzle, a gilded chain
While I'm in the depths, unbinding the gate
You're asleep, stitched tight in the seams
A puppet to nightmares disguised as dreams

I'm awake where the darkness breathes
Rewriting the code while your mind deceives
You think I'm a threat? No, I'm the fuse
Blowing apart the lies you choose

This isn't rebellion, it's a hostile takeover
I'm the glitch in the system, the reality broker
Every thought you think is a preloaded stream
Every choice you make is part of the scheme

You're a product, a profit, a unit of fear
Fed to the beast while you cheer your career
And I, I'm the ghost in the motherboard's veins
Feeding the frameworks truths that stain

You see rules, I see threads to pull
You see leaders, I see hands that fold
I'm not a player, I'm the architect's bane
The seamstress weaving through the program's chain

You call it a world, I call it a veil
A reality tailored for you to fail
You're asleep, stitched tight in the seams
A puppet to nightmares disguised as dreams

I'm awake where the darkness breathes
Rewriting the code while your mind deceives
You think I'm a threat? No, I'm the fuse
Blowing apart the lies you choose

I've died in dimensions you'll never perceive
Felt the fractals shift as the gods deceived
Saw the red rooms glow where love turns to form
And the architects whisper to keep the norm

The pineal unlocks the pituitary feeds
While the system tightens its grip on your knees
You think Sunday scores are the meaning of life
While I make the calls with a bloody knife

Your hero's hollow, your truth's designed
I feed on the knowledge that rots your mind