📝 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was floatin’ through the city, caught in neon glaze
Folks talkin’ truth like it’s locked in a maze
But Pavlov, he’s smilin’—just leanin’ on a rail
Chartin’ them bubbles with a whisper and a nail
[Chorus]
No, the bubble don’t pop, 'til the truth drops
He don’t judge, he just clocks when the shimmer stops
He’s got eyes like satellites and a heart like a lens
Watchin’ fiction curve ‘round truth again
[Verse 2]
From the Military Mirage to the Disneyland spell
He logs every filter like a church keeps bells
A civic trust echo, a family mist
He don’t touch the glass, just writes what he missed
[Bridge]
Oh, Diamond’s Snare might bring the end
When a story runs dry or the soul needs to bend
But Pavlov don’t reach, don’t scream, don’t scheme—
He’s the jazzman of frames in a country of dreams
[Chorus]
Yeah, the bubble don’t pop, ‘til the truth drops
He won’t swing no hammer, won’t call no cops
Just marks the edges where the silence leaks
And waits for the climax the mirror seeks
[Outro – Spoken, with slide guitar fade]
“He don’t burst illusions…
He watches them float—
‘Til truth lands like a pin.”
