[Silence]
\n[brief ambient hush, low room tone, faint distant synth noise floor]<\/p>\n
[Instrumental, Guitar, Piano, Organ, Synth, Bass, Percussion, Drums]
\n[gradual layered entrance, warm harmonic bed, slow pulse build, restrained groove]<\/p>\n
[Intro]
\n[Instrumental Intro: Soft Pad Wash, Reversed Piano Swells, Muted Guitar Harmonics, Subtle Organ Drone, Low Sub-Bass Pulse, Light Click Percussion]
\n[Minimal Beat, Sub Bass, Spoken Vocal]
\nThis is…
\n(Blissless)
\nThis is…<\/p>\n
[Refrain]
\nThis is…
\n(Bliss?)
\nNo! Ignorance
\n(Amiss)<\/p>\n
[Instrumental, explosive guitar riff, thumping bass, percussion groove]<\/p>\n
[Verse 1]
\nWe name the shape of drifting air
\nAnd swear we saw it standing there
\nA feeling caught but never held
\nA truth half-born but never spelled<\/p>\n
The mind leans hard on fragile ground
\nWhere certainty is never found
\nYet still we build what we believe
\nFrom echoes that we can’t retrieve<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus]
\nIs it calm or just delay?
\nA thought that won’t quite go away?
\nA silence dressed in borrowed light
\nThat fades before it feels quite right<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nSo what do we call it when it feels this light?
\n(When wrong feels wrong but it still feels right?)
\nA borrowed name for something wide
\n(We try to hold but slips aside)<\/p>\n
Is it bliss or just the spin
\n(Of everything we’re living in?)
\nWe name it fast so we can move along
\n(But the meaning feels half gone)<\/p>\n
[Refrain]
\nThis is…
\n(Bliss?)
\nNo! Ignorance
\n(Amiss)<\/p>\n
[Instrumental Break: Guitar Lead Motif, Organ Sustain, Rhythmic Piano Chords, Rising Synth Arpeggios, Deep Bass Pulse, Tight Drum Pattern]<\/p>\n
[Verse 2]
\nWe carve our truth yet don’t understand
\nWith trembling voice and half-formed plan
\nAn answer breaks before it’s whole
\nAs certainty dissolves the soul<\/p>\n
A language built to hold the frame
\nBut little ever stays the same
\nWe call it order, call it sense
\nBut meaning lives in consequence<\/p>\n
[Bridge]
\nMaybe bliss is just a pause
\nBetween effect and cause
\nA breath that never knows its name
\nBefore it slips back into flame<\/p>\n
[Final Chorus]
\nSo what do we call it when it feels this light?
\n(When wrong feels wrong but it still feels right?)
\nA fleeting state we can\u2019t define
\n(A boundary without a line)<\/p>\n
Is it bliss or just the spin
\n(Of everything we’re living in?)
\nWe name it fast so we can move along
\n(But the meaning is gone)<\/p>\n
[Refrain \u2013 Outro Variation]
\nThis is…
\n(Bliss?)
\nNo…
\nAmiss…<\/p>\n
This is…
\n(Bliss?)
\nNo…
\nAmiss…<\/p>\n
[Outro]
\n[Instrumental Outro: Fading Organ Drone, Soft Guitar Harmonics, Slowing Sub Bass Pulse, Reverb-Drenched Piano, Ambient Synth Dissolve]
\nIgnorance (and arrogance)
\nA mess… (not bliss)
\nBlissless<\/p>\n