[Intro][Art Rock][Synthesizer Arpeggios]
Static hums the air, a low electric drone
The ticking clock a metronome, on a path he walks alone
He sees the phantom shimmer, in the corner of his eye
A double in the mirror, beneath a porcelain sky

[Verse 1][Third-Person Narrative][Marillion Influence]
He watches from the shadows, a ghost within his home
Each whisper in the hallway, a truth he's yet to comb
Her movements are too perfect, her laughter rings too clear
A calculated rhythm, that cultivates his fear
He traces phantom fingerprints, on a door he knows by touch
Searching for the alien, that offers him too much
Of normalcy, a flawless facade, a script he can't recall
While the scent of burnt toast lingers, a prophecy of fall

[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Surreal Imagery]
The keys are never where they're left, a constant, quiet theft
Of certainty, of solid ground, leaving him bereft
Of logic, sense, and reason, a knot he can't untie
A hidden camera's cold gaze, reflecting in his eye

[Chorus][Melancholic Rock Anthem][Questioning Reality]
And who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?
Lost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed
Is she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?
Or has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?

[Verse 2][Escalating Paranoia][Mundane Betrayal]
He found the secret lover, not in a steamy tryst
But in a spreadsheet's cold numbers, a budget he had missed
A lover of the mundane, of spreadsheets and of bills
A betrayal of his fantasy, that festers and it kills
The grand illusion he had built, a castle in the air
Now crumbling into dust, a burden hard to bear
He sees the perfect cup of tea, the tidiness he loathes
A testament to what he’s lost, in self-inflicted oaths

[Pre-Chorus][Deeper Into Delusion][Symbolic Objects]
The lost keys, the static hum, the phantom that appears
Are echoes of his own decay, the harvest of his fears
A mirror cracked, reflecting fragments, of a man he used to be
Lost in the labyrinth of doubt, for all eternity

[Chorus][Louder, More Intense][Desperate Plea]
And who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?
Lost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed
Is she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?
Or has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?

[Bridge][Orchestral Swell][Shift in Perspective]
Perhaps the villain isn't her, with her methodical grace
But him, the architect of lies, within this haunted space
He painted her a monster, to flee his own defeat
A convenient phantom, to make his life complete
In its undoing, a twisted comfort, in the madness he has sown
The seeds of his own downfall, on a desolate, cold stone

[Guitar Solo][Melancholic and Expressive][Weeping Tones]

[Chorus][Fading Out][Whispered Doubt]
And who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?
Lost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed
Is she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?
Or has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?

[Outro][Synth Fade][Lingering Ambiguity]
Static… static…
The keys are still not found…
Just the hum… the hum…
Who is dreaming now… now…