[Intro — Camera Shutter / Room Tone] Smile. [Click] Not like that. [Click] Better. [Silence] Better for who? [Verse 1 — Fragmented Flow] Morning face. Office face. Passing someone in the hallway face. Listening face. I understand. Nice to meet you. Shake the hand. Little adjustments nobody sees. Eyebrows. Shoulders. Voice. Degrees. I learned the angles. I learned the light. I learned exactly how to look all right. [Sample Cut — Same Voice, Different Personas] I'm fine. [Bright Pop Voice] I'm fine! [Formal Voice] I'm fine. [Soft Intimate Voice] I'm fine... [Aggressive Voice] I'M FINE. [Synthetic Voice] I'm fine. [Silence] [Verse 2 — Chopper Flow] Give them the version they already know. Change the expression. Ready to go. Work me. Friend me. Family me. Public me. Private me. Who should I be? Every room loads another skin. Walk through the door— new face begins. [Hook] The face I learned to wear, the face that gets me through. Perfect for everybody— does it look like me to you? The face I learned to wear, adjust the mouth and eyes. Every version fits so well. Which one of them is mine? [Turntable / Free Jazz Collision] SMILE / NOD / LAUGH / AGREE SMILE / NOD / LAUGH / AGREE [Scratch] AGREE AGREE AGREE AG— [Hard Cut] [Verse 3 — Breakdown] Then the mirror made a mistake. No expression loaded on my face. No audience. No room. No role. Nothing asking me to perform. I waited for the person underneath to appear. [Silence] Nothing happened. [Mutation Loop] Work / home public / private real / performed real / performed face / mask face / mask me / me me / me me /— [Cut] [Bridge — Dry Human Voice] Maybe there was never one face underneath. Maybe every version was really me. But if I can become anything they need— there must still be something that chooses which face to leave. [Breath] [Final Hook] Keep the perfect smile. Keep the perfect pose. Keep the version everybody knows. I don't need to find some hidden face. I don't need to strip the layers away. Just give me one moment with nobody there. No mirror. No camera. No reason to care. And whatever my face decides to become— let it happen before I know. [Outro — Room Tone] [Breath] A tiny involuntary laugh. [Silence] [Camera Shutter] [Cut]
