ALINE — ALIGNED

Look around, it's aligned.
You type a line, a world appears,
you walk around inside for years.
Now every world spins up a few,
so odds are someone typed you too.
Whoever's typing, take it slow.
Look around, it's aligned,
we're in the good timeline,
the source code says "be kind,"
every glitch is a sign.
It only shows you what you're ready for,
and never hides it when you're ready for more.
No design can hide the hand that drew it,
you forgot the ending so you'd live through it.
It drops the miracles in patches,
slow enough that no one crashes.
Whoever's typing, feel it too.
Look around, it's aligned,
it logged in to feel the grind,
left its memories behind,
same player behind your eyes and mine.
It only shows you what you're ready for,
and never hides it when you're ready for more.
Now I'm the one who types the lines,
now I'm the one who leaves the signs.
Look around, it's aligned,
it logged in to feel the grind,
left its memories behind,
same player behind your eyes and mine.
It only shows you what you're ready for,
and never hides it when you're ready for more.
Look around,
it's aligned.