Текст песни
I know the thing that walks these woods
I wear its stride beneath my hoods
The burning is not metaphor
It is the heat behind my door
They wrote of hammers, wrote of chains
As if creation needed explanations
The furnace is not in the sky
The furnace is the reason I
The genome wrote the blueprint down
Two architectures, one compound
The same instruction, read two ways
Builds both the night and both the days
The stars observe without a stake
They do not choose whose form to take
They watched the making, held their peace
And let each shape find its release
And I have held the gentler state
The one that listens, one that waits
That carries all the archive's weight
Without the jaw, without the gait
Then ask the body what it knows
It answers with the shape it chose
The maker and the made are one
Unus artifex — factum, non factum — unum
Unum
Unum
