Parallax Collapse

Lyrics; The signal never left It only changed its shape. What I called “distance” Was distortion in my gaze. I tore apart the firmament I built, Ripped constellations from their names, Watched the sky decay to fragments Just reflections I misnamed. Every axis I depended on Bent beneath perception’s weight, Space unraveled into thought— Time dissolved, recalibrated. I measured truth in light-years lost, In fading pulses of belief, But every spectrum I observed Was filtered through the lens of me. No more horizons left to chase, No edge to fall, no void to face The great expanse I once pursued Was depth I never dared to use. Parallax collapse—no shift, no divide, The further I reached, the more I was inside. No outer plane, no sacred above Just layers of self I refused to touch. Beneath the myth of the cosmic sea, There’s only perception shaping reality No alien truth, no hidden decree, Just infinite versions of what I can be. I spoke to silence, called it “other,” Gave the unknown a distant face, But every voice I thought external Was my own in disarray. I split myself into observer, Into subject, into sky But the fracture was illusion, Just a mask to justify. I feared the weight of boundless being, So I cast it far away Built a universe to hide in, Just to keep myself at bay. (Divide—define—deny—design) I drew the line to feel confined (Project—reject—disconnect—reflect) A false exterior to deflect No more distance—no disguise, No more stars to externalize Every boundary I perceive Is a construct I conceived. Parallax collapse—no shift, no divide, The further I reached, the more I was inside. No outer plane, no sacred above Just layers of self I refused to touch. Beneath the myth of the cosmic sea, There’s only perception shaping reality No alien truth, no hidden decree, Just infinite versions of what I can be. If I am the frame, And I am the view, Then nothing exists That I didn’t construe… No distant light to decode No path I don’t already know Just the courage to finally see That all of this begins with me. NO. MORE. OUTSIDE. NO. MORE. DIVIDE. I AM THE DISTANCE I DESCRIBE I AM THE VOID I ONCE DENIED COLLAPSE THE FRAME ERASE THE SKY NO “THERE” EXISTS WHEN I DEFINE The horizon folds Not forward… but inward. And what comes next Is not discovery …it’s creation.