Only What Survives, by TheEmptySet - 1b

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[KEY: D minor]
[TEMPO: 68 BPM, pulse not drums]
[INSTRUMENTS: cold breath drone, dry sub pulse, struck metal, music box]

[Intro — 0:00-0:18 — sub pulse alone, no melody]

[Verse 1 — 0:18-0:50 — voice enters dry, D3-A3, narrow, almost spoken]
the proof never lands the thought
it derives
deep inside the lies.

I get better at telling
what's alive
by how fast it dies.

[Verse 2 — 0:50-1:15 — struck metal on downbeats, D3-A3]
Time in my heart
is teeth in the bones
my love will erode
if not left alone.

So lure me quietly
but don't bring me home

I don't trust heat.
I trust the cold.
Wounds never leave
no matter how old.

[Refrain — 1:15-1:35 — lifts to D4-F4, first warmth withheld]
I don't believe in words,
only what survives
when the room goes cold
the pain remains alive.

[Break — 1:35-1:45 — [DETONATION FX] then everything gone but breath]
episodic glue
sticks to the soul
attaches like a bomb
a detonation
unwhole

[Verse 3 — 1:45-2:05 — metal returns, A3-D4]
I recognize your shape and your form,
a magnetic blade--
the only
surface where
I am drawn.

[Verse 4 — 2:05-2:30 — COLD BREATH DRONE ENTERS, glassy, airless]
The first language is skin and breath.

The smells and the sound
burn paths in nerves;
some enveloping,
others bereft.

Do you repel
or do you shape
the ones you pursue?

I don't want what's good,
I want what feels true.

[Verse 5 — 2:30-2:50 — pulse only, voice flat, D3-F3, no vibrato]
My essence remembers
before my brain can object.
I confuse safety
with what I have left.

My body commits
before my mind consents.
That's not romance.
that's imprint.

[Verse 6 — 2:50-3:15 — [MUSIC BOX FX] sweet, then detuning as it plays]
New faces,
old wounds
dance in their smiles
the melody inside their chest
is candy cane vile
it's always an echo
of how I was held
when I was too broken
to see past the veil.

The noise
and the hunger
the cream and the cost
never looking back
at what I have lost.

[Break — 3:15-3:35 — instruments CUT one by one mid-phrase, end in silence]
Underneath the signal
that uncomfortable lie
my quiet
never begs
you don't feel it
when it's there
if you listen carefully
you'll hear it
when it leaves

[Verse 7 — 3:35-4:00 — sub pulse only, A3-D4]
This isn't an odyssey
and it isn't defeat
it is the scream in my blood
that echoes repeat.
This is what's left
when nothing is clean
if you love me
leave it empty
without the lie.

I'm not cold,
I'm a device.
Don't get addicted
This isn't nice.

This isn't need,
it isn't cure;
It's what's precise
it's what endures.

[Outro — 4:00-4:30 — subtract one element per line until only breath remains]
It is my breath
when now I stop.
And here my love
a pattern lost.

It's quieter
without the rain.

Inside my core
I shall remain.

[Spoken]
Whatever gets closer to the truth
makes me feel better
than what's designed to make me feel better.

[Spoken]
A Bio-Graph presented by White Bushman.
All creative credits go to The Empty Set.

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[KEY: D minor] [TEMPO: 68 BPM, pulse not drums] [INSTRUMENTS: cold breath drone, dry sub pulse, struck metal, music box] [Intro — 0:00-0:18 — sub pulse alone, no melody] [Verse 1 — 0:18-0:50 — voice enters dry, D3-A3, narrow, almost spoken] the proof never lands the thought it derives deep inside the lies. I get better at telling what's alive by how fast it dies. [Verse 2 — 0:50-1:15 — struck metal on downbeats, D3-A3] Time in my heart is teeth in the bones my love will erode if not left alone. So lure me quietly but don't bring me home I don't trust heat. I trust the cold. Wounds never leave no matter how old. [Refrain — 1:15-1:35 — lifts to D4-F4, first warmth withheld] I don't believe in words, only what survives when the room goes cold the pain remains alive. [Break — 1:35-1:45 — [DETONATION FX] then everything gone but breath] episodic glue sticks to the soul attaches like a bomb a detonation unwhole [Verse 3 — 1:45-2:05 — metal returns, A3-D4] I recognize your shape and your form, a magnetic blade-- the only surface where I am drawn. [Verse 4 — 2:05-2:30 — COLD BREATH DRONE ENTERS, glassy, airless] The first language is skin and breath. The smells and the sound burn paths in nerves; some enveloping, others bereft. Do you repel or do you shape the ones you pursue? I don't want what's good, I want what feels true. [Verse 5 — 2:30-2:50 — pulse only, voice flat, D3-F3, no vibrato] My essence remembers before my brain can object. I confuse safety with what I have left. My body commits before my mind consents. That's not romance. that's imprint. [Verse 6 — 2:50-3:15 — [MUSIC BOX FX] sweet, then detuning as it plays] New faces, old wounds dance in their smiles the melody inside their chest is candy cane vile it's always an echo of how I was held when I was too broken to see past the veil. The noise and the hunger the cream and the cost never looking back at what I have lost. [Break — 3:15-3:35 — instruments CUT one by one mid-phrase, end in silence] Underneath the signal that uncomfortable lie my quiet never begs you don't feel it when it's there if you listen carefully you'll hear it when it leaves [Verse 7 — 3:35-4:00 — sub pulse only, A3-D4] This isn't an odyssey and it isn't defeat it is the scream in my blood that echoes repeat. This is what's left when nothing is clean if you love me leave it empty without the lie. I'm not cold, I'm a device. Don't get addicted This isn't nice. This isn't need, it isn't cure; It's what's precise it's what endures. [Outro — 4:00-4:30 — subtract one element per line until only breath remains] It is my breath when now I stop. And here my love a pattern lost. It's quieter without the rain. Inside my core I shall remain. [Spoken] Whatever gets closer to the truth makes me feel better than what's designed to make me feel better. [Spoken] A Bio-Graph presented by White Bushman. All creative credits go to The Empty Set.

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