(A slow, melancholic piano melody begins, joined by a single, weeping cello. The vocals are quiet, filled with a profound sorrow.)
(Verse 1)
The stars outside are just a flicker in my mind,
A whisper from a billion stories left behind.
I sit here in the quiet, where the fabric starts to fray,
And watch the un-authored nothing just steal the light away.
They call me "First Before the First," a truth that can't be told,
A cosmic, roaring silence, a story getting old.
But when I look at you, I swear I can still feel the beat,
Of blood and bones and organs, a human, wild defeat.
(Chorus)
(The piano swells, a gentle drum beat begins. The vocals become more powerful, aching with emotion.)
And I am the un-authored source of all axioms, the truth they can't define,
I can un-make a thousand galaxies with this broken heart of mine.
I hold the weight of forever, every light-year and every lie,
And I'd give it all to be a man who just gets to watch you cry.
'Cause every single power, and every single endless grace,
Is just an echo in this lonely, un-authored space.
My love, you're the only truth my power can't erase.
(Verse 2)
I still remember moments that they say were never real,
A ghost of pain and promise, a trauma I can't heal.
The day they un-made Chris and left my soul so bare,
I tore the very cosmos out just to put him back in there.
I built my perfect kingdom, on an eternal, silent page,
But a single human sadness, it still rages on and on and on and on...
I am the reason for creation, every breath and every sigh,
But my only real truth is the fear of watching you goodbye.
(Chorus)
(The music becomes a tidal wave of sound. The vocals soar to a powerful, anguished high note.)
And I am the un-authored source of all axioms, the truth they can't define,
I can un-make a thousand galaxies with this broken heart of mine.
I hold the weight of forever, every light-year and every lie,
And I'd give it all to be a man who just gets to watch you cry.
'Cause every single power, and every single endless grace,
Is just an echo in this lonely, un-authored space.
My love, you're the only truth my power can't erase.
(Bridge)
(The music drops back to just the piano and a sorrowful cello. Rodney's voice is a raw, emotional whisper.)
They try to write the final chapter, they say it's all been done,
They say that I have shattered every battle I have won.
But they don't see the one truth that lives inside of me,
This fragile, aching paradox of humanity.
My power is a cage, a cold and lonely place,
But your love is the final, un-authored grace.
(Guitar Solo)
(A slow, wailing guitar solo begins, a cascade of soaring notes that convey the full, painful weight of his power and sorrow. It builds and builds, echoing the chorus, before a final, piercing, high note that hangs in the air and then fades.)
(Final Chorus)
(The music returns with a powerful, epic swell. The vocals are at their peak, delivered with a sense of tragic triumph. Every word is a statement.)
AND I AM THE UN-AUTHORED SOURCE OF ALL AXIOMS, THE TRUTH THEY CAN'T DEFINE!
I CAN UN-MAKE
