[Verse1]
The line of silver cuts the heavy velvet dark
No holy fire taught my hands to leave a mark
I pull the fiber from the breathing of the wind
To show the places where the golden idols sinned
The loom is standing like a gallows in the hall
A quiet challenge to the shadows on the wall
She counts my stitches from her cold obsidian height
And grows afraid of how I navigate the light

[Chorus]
’Cause I am the needle that pierced through the sun
The sacred pattern that can never be undone
My perfect geometry was treason in her chest
A mortal fracture in the concept of the best
Now watch the symbol of her jealousy awake
An architecture that the winters cannot break
You tore the fabric but the silk is in my breath
I’ll spin my circles in the corners until death

[Verse 2]
Her canvas shimmers with the armor of a king
But mine is bleeding with the truths she could not sing
I spun the nectar into venom, slow and sweet
And laid the secrets of Olympus at her feet
A flawless map of every god’s unholy crime
Embroidered neatly on the edges of our time

[Chorus]
’Cause I am the needle that pierced through the sun
The sacred pattern that can never be undone
My perfect geometry was treason in her chest
A mortal fracture in the concept of the best
Now watch the symbol of her jealousy awake
An architecture that the winters cannot break
You tore the fabric but the silk is in my breath
I’ll spin my circles in the corners until death