[Intro][Mysterious Ambient]
(Sound of wind and distant, unsettling music)
A whisper in the void...

[Verse 1][Slow, haunting melody]
The scent of pine, a twisted dream
A red room bathed in crimson gleam
A face I know, yet can't define
Is this memory truly mine?

[Chorus][Building tension, dissonant harmonies]
Is it future, or is it past?
A fleeting moment, built to last?
The threads are tangled, time undone
Beneath the gaze of the one-armed son.

[Verse 2][More urgent, a sense of searching]
A photograph, a fading smile
Lost in the labyrinth, mile on mile
The same old questions, echo deep
Secrets the shadows vow to keep.

[Chorus][More intense, layered vocals]
Is it future, or is it past?
A fleeting moment, built to last?
The threads are tangled, time undone
Beneath the gaze of the one-armed son.

[Bridge][Sudden quiet, spoken word]
He knows. He sees.
The truth is a phantom, caught in the breeze.
A pawn in a game, where do I stand?
With this empty sleeve, and blood on my hand.

[Guitar Solo][Distorted, feedback-laden]
(A wailing, chaotic solo that reflects confusion and pain)

[Chorus][Full orchestral swell, powerful and despairing]
Is it future, or is it past?
A fleeting moment, built to last?
The threads are tangled, time undone
Beneath the gaze of the one-armed son.