\[Intro: 8 bars\]

I can see the wires.

I still feel the fire.

Curtain open.

Lights down.

Take me higher.

\[Verse 1: 16 bars\]

You say the trick is over

when the pulley hits the light.

You say the monster’s rubber

so it shouldn’t move at night.

You say the blood is syrup.

You say the city’s small.

You say the shark was broken.

I say I felt it all.

I know the song is pressure.

I know the beat is math.

I know the room is mixing

what the body gives it back.

I know the voice is routed.

I know the code can steer.

But knowing how it happens

doesn’t make it disappear.

\[Pre-Chorus: 8 bars\]

Don’t close the curtain.

Don’t kill the glow.

Let the backstage breathe

and let the whole thing show.

I don’t need blindness

to let the meaning through.

I can know what made it

and still be moved by you.

\[Chorus: 16 bars\]

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can name the machine

and still let it take me higher.

The monster’s made.

The fear is real.

The song is built.

It still can heal.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

The curtain stays open

and the spell goes wider.

Not a lie.

Not a throne.

Not a trick I have to own.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

\[Post-Hook: 8 bars\]

Wires.

Fire.

Open-eyed desire.

Made thing.

Real sting.

Tell me what the truth brings.

Wires.

Fire.

Nothing here is clean.

I know how it works.

It still works on me.

\[Verse 2: 16 bars\]

Movie magic on the carpet,

child eyes taking notes:

foam teeth,

blood pumps,

latex in the throat.

Then the film came back breathing.

Same dark,

same door.

The mask had been unmasked,

but the beast had something more.

The pieces didn’t vanish.

They learned to recombine.

The miniature city

still burned inside my mind.

That’s when I got suspicious

of the clean little phrase:

“It’s only made of parts,”

like parts can’t start a blaze.

\[Pre-Chorus: 8 bars\]

Don’t close the curtain.

Don’t kill the glow.

Let the backstage breathe

and let the whole thing show.

Explanation isn’t murder.

Mechanism isn’t shame.

A wonder that survives the light

comes back with bones and name.

\[Chorus: 16 bars\]

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can name the machine

and still let it take me higher.

The monster’s made.

The fear is real.

The song is built.

It still can heal.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

The curtain stays open

and the spell goes wider.

Not a lie.

Not a throne.

Not a trick I have to own.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

\[Verse 3: 16 bars\]

The priest has got a system.

The brand has got a spell.

The lover has a story

they may never fully tell.

The nation has a costume.

The market has a hymn.

The interface says welcome

while the meter’s running dim.

So bring the lamp in closer.

Show me who gets paid.

Show me what was hidden

in the miracle parade.

I won’t worship what is glowing.

I won’t flatten what is strange.

I can feel the room transform

and still ask what arranged.

\[Bridge: 20 bars\]

One voice says,

enter.

One voice says,

see.

One voice asks,

what is this thing?

One voice asks,

what does it make of me?

Participant dancing.

Mechanic with the blade.

Philosopher holding

what cannot yet be named.

Governor asking,

who profits from the light?

Who gets softer?

Who gets used?

Who gets erased tonight?

All four in the body.

All four on the floor.

Wonder with a window.

Truth with an open door.

\[Breakdown: 8 bars\]

The feeling is not proof.

The cause is not the whole.

The map is not the music.

The mask is not the soul.

But the mask can be an altar.

The map can change the road.

The made thing can matter.

The made thing can hold.

\[Final Chorus: 24 bars\]

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can name the machine

and still let it take me higher.

The monster’s made.

The fear is real.

The song is built.

It still can heal.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

The curtain stays open

and the spell goes wider.

Not belief.

Not control.

Not a cynical little hole.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can see the wires.

I can keep the flame.

I can know the trick

and let the magic change.

Made of hands.

Made of code.

Made of pressure.

Made of ghosts.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

\[Outro: 8 bars\]

Curtain open.

Lights down.

No lie required.

The theater got larger.

I still feel the fire.\[Intro: 8 bars\]

I can see the wires.

I still feel the fire.

Curtain open.

Lights down.

Take me higher.

\[Verse 1: 16 bars\]

You say the trick is over

when the pulley hits the light.

You say the monster’s rubber

so it shouldn’t move at night.

You say the blood is syrup.

You say the city’s small.

You say the shark was broken.

I say I felt it all.

I know the song is pressure.

I know the beat is math.

I know the room is mixing

what the body gives it back.

I know the voice is routed.

I know the code can steer.

But knowing how it happens

doesn’t make it disappear.

\[Pre-Chorus: 8 bars\]

Don’t close the curtain.

Don’t kill the glow.

Let the backstage breathe

and let the whole thing show.

I don’t need blindness

to let the meaning through.

I can know what made it

and still be moved by you.

\[Chorus: 16 bars\]

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can name the machine

and still let it take me higher.

The monster’s made.

The fear is real.

The song is built.

It still can heal.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

The curtain stays open

and the spell goes wider.

Not a lie.

Not a throne.

Not a trick I have to own.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

\[Post-Hook: 8 bars\]

Wires.

Fire.

Open-eyed desire.

Made thing.

Real sting.

Tell me what the truth brings.

Wires.

Fire.

Nothing here is clean.

I know how it works.

It still works on me.

\[Verse 2: 16 bars\]

Movie magic on the carpet,

child eyes taking notes:

foam teeth,

blood pumps,

latex in the throat.

Then the film came back breathing.

Same dark,

same door.

The mask had been unmasked,

but the beast had something more.

The pieces didn’t vanish.

They learned to recombine.

The miniature city

still burned inside my mind.

That’s when I got suspicious

of the clean little phrase:

“It’s only made of parts,”

like parts can’t start a blaze.

\[Pre-Chorus: 8 bars\]

Don’t close the curtain.

Don’t kill the glow.

Let the backstage breathe

and let the whole thing show.

Explanation isn’t murder.

Mechanism isn’t shame.

A wonder that survives the light

comes back with bones and name.

\[Chorus: 16 bars\]

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can name the machine

and still let it take me higher.

The monster’s made.

The fear is real.

The song is built.

It still can heal.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

The curtain stays open

and the spell goes wider.

Not a lie.

Not a throne.

Not a trick I have to own.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

\[Verse 3: 16 bars\]

The priest has got a system.

The brand has got a spell.

The lover has a story

they may never fully tell.

The nation has a costume.

The market has a hymn.

The interface says welcome

while the meter’s running dim.

So bring the lamp in closer.

Show me who gets paid.

Show me what was hidden

in the miracle parade.

I won’t worship what is glowing.

I won’t flatten what is strange.

I can feel the room transform

and still ask what arranged.

\[Bridge: 20 bars\]

One voice says,

enter.

One voice says,

see.

One voice asks,

what is this thing?

One voice asks,

what does it make of me?

Participant dancing.

Mechanic with the blade.

Philosopher holding

what cannot yet be named.

Governor asking,

who profits from the light?

Who gets softer?

Who gets used?

Who gets erased tonight?

All four in the body.

All four on the floor.

Wonder with a window.

Truth with an open door.

\[Breakdown: 8 bars\]

The feeling is not proof.

The cause is not the whole.

The map is not the music.

The mask is not the soul.

But the mask can be an altar.

The map can change the road.

The made thing can matter.

The made thing can hold.

\[Final Chorus: 24 bars\]

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can name the machine

and still let it take me higher.

The monster’s made.

The fear is real.

The song is built.

It still can heal.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

The curtain stays open

and the spell goes wider.

Not belief.

Not control.

Not a cynical little hole.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

I can see the wires.

I can keep the flame.

I can know the trick

and let the magic change.

Made of hands.

Made of code.

Made of pressure.

Made of ghosts.

I can see the wires

and still feel the fire.

\[Outro: 8 bars\]

Curtain open.

Lights down.

No lie required.

The theater got larger.

I still feel the fire.

Wires and Fire (Studio Master)