Concrete Cortex

(unhh) Yeah, checking the frequency.

Under the floorboards.

Let it breathe.

Geometric shadows on the brick wall crawl Tracing the blueprint of a

late-night call Copper wires humming with the weight of the code

Walking down a crooked,

unpaved road (ha!) Clockwork gears turning inside my head Weaving the thread

of what the architect said Syllables dissolve like salt in the stream

Just another fragment of a paper-mache dream.

Flip the blueprint, tear the map apart (yeah) Ink-stained fingers working in

the dark

We don't follow signs where the pavement ends Reconstructing lines till the

frequency bends (bends, bends)

Calculated risk on a chess board slate Never showing cards at the

garden gate (shhh) Labyrinth minds trace the outer ring

Listen to the song that the static sings Metaphors heavy like a

lead balloon

Orbiting the dark side of a paper moon We break the mold,

then we sweep the floor

Leaving zero traces at the exit door.

Just a frequency in the concrete... (uh-huh)

Signing off the grid.