Текст песни
Beneath the veil of word and will
A hollow echo whispers still
What shape we carve, what truth we frame
Each script dissolves into the same
The shadows speak in ghostly hymns
The stars inscribe but phantom whims
A cipher etched in endless skies
Its meaning lost to wandering eyes
Lorem ipsum, flesh and stone
The glyphs we trace are not our own
No final text, no sacred rhyme
Just echoes, fleeting, out of time
The quill we hold carves tale in bone
Its strokes rewrite what we’ve been shown
A draft, we hope, to be refined
Yet years reveal a hollow mind
The mirror shows a face untrue
A self we thought we’d long outgrew
The patterns shift, the lines deceive
What can we know? What must we grieve?
Lorem ipsum, flesh and stone
The glyphs we trace are not our own
No final text, no sacred rhyme
Just echoes, fleeting, out of time
The world, a draft, in cycles turned
Its final meaning never earned
Perhaps no truth beneath the skin
Just forms of nothingness within
Lorem ipsum, dust and clay
A story told, then swept away
No final text, no sacred rhyme
Just whispers lost beyond all time
