[Intro] (Slow, vinyl crackle and a key press out of time) (Muted piano chords drift in with low ambient sub-bass) (Faint sound of a deep breath in... and out) [Verse 1] does any of this matter, the rhythm, the cadence, what is even this, the pitter, patter, lost, it doesn't matter, a slam, a chime, a key press out of time, line after line, in brackets, a chapter, to an end, a story pulled from the recycle bin, again and again. the story new twist and spins, 5th edition, ill to do, who knew, ill to feel, existing between meals, ill of men, act one coming to a written end. a story i told since 15, a teen with a fucked up twisted dream, theme of my nightmare, a world i built, on a throne, alone, atone, [Chorus] (Drop tempo feel, ultra-spacious, soft reframe) Deep breath... hold the weight of it all, Before the save, before the fall. A single moment, floating clean, Between the silence and the screen. (Faint chime rings out) [Verse 2] Castle of the stand-up dragon fang, where the will is rewarded and recorded, Classic guy's story, where a feminine boy, Illiam, Enters into squireship, twelve nights on the floor, Dawning the mantle of a warrior for the betterment of men, Bought and traded by the gray-bearded gentlemen. But be honest: who better to lead? Mankind, a rare breed, planting seed after seed. Beyond physical birth, pushing thoughts through the earth, We write logic sound, compound every noun, Till abstraction turns a frown upside down. Didn't mean to bring it all, sell the theme to a clown in the fall, Hubris of a man with nothing left to lose... Standing at the edge, he can only choose. Sorry I went and cut loose, like a neck in a noose... Fuck, I’m a wreck. haha oh yea baby!!! (were going down.........) [Chorus] (Smooth lofi vocals, wide stereo reverb, slow breathing) Deep breath... hold the weight of it all, Before the save, before the fall. A single moment, floating clean, Between the silence and the screen. [Verse 3] as i write these words down, i feel a sense of profound, fear. a story, about to hear the day in the year. where the ill of men, act 1 weight of freedom draw near, this is the last act, when i hit save, 23 years, the weight of the moment, its like a breath your not finished with. a gift to be sure, but surreal. i am sure. then the what if comes, to make a mess of this. where to release, set a price. i don't want to think of this. a moment is a fleeting repeating thing, a super vision, is the cost of conviction, and the loop persist, so i resist. to prove i exist deep breath, reframe, drift over press, save. there it is.... [Outro] (Beat stops completely) (Single piano key reverberates into ambient space) (A sharp, definitive breath out) (Mechanical mouse click / keystroke: "Save") (Silence fade out)
