[Intro]
Whispers crawl through the clockwork hallways, a cold tick in the throat of time
I peer beyond the thin veil of now, where futures fester and entwine
[Verse 1]
I saw the seed of change, but crops of doubt grew tall in the sunless years
It talked in mirrors, a cruel chorus, feeding on the narrator's hidden fears
Jerry wore new skin like a mask of ash, trying to walk a brighter stream
Yet the current pulled him back, into the shadows of what was seen
[Pre-Chorus]
The future folds in on itself, a map etched with frost and rust
I read the lines in binary sighs, in echoes that ache and adjust
[Chorus]
I predict what bleeds between the hours, when the heart chooses to rewrite
From the edge of perception, I witness the night swallowing light
Before and after, the self dissolves, in a theater of muted pleas
The future breathes in thick, cold air, as the changes never truly ease
[Verse 2]
Promises crumble like porcelain under the weight of a changing name
People trace your silhouette in smoke, then claim they never called your blame
I map the ache of becoming, a geography of fear and wary grace
The you you hoped to find is a ghost wearing a borrowed face
[Pre-Chorus]
Syllables of possibility hiss, a circuitry of doubt and glow
I sift through data, but the heart will not let go
[Chorus]
I predict what bleeds between the hours, when the heart chooses to rewrite
From the edge of perception, I witness the night swallowing light
Before and after, the self dissolves, in a theater of muted pleas
The future breathes in thick, cold air, as the changes never truly ease
[Bridge]
If I tell you what you become, will the truth set your bones aflame?
Or will the image you chase dissolve, leaving only a fading name?
[Chorus]
I predict what bleeds between the hours, when the heart chooses to rewrite
From the edge of perception, I witness the night swallowing light
Before and after, the self dissolves, in a theater of muted pleas
The future breathes in thick, cold air, as the changes never truly ease
[Outro]
So I hold the curtain tight, watching the dawn retreat into a shell
The numbers hum, the fears stay loud, and only shadows dare to tell
