[Intro: Heavy 808 sub-bass drop, rhythmic sandpaper scraping iron foley, dark atmospheric, spoken word] I know why you are here. I know what you are missing. And I know how you feel. I can explain it here—why the world is hissing. [Verse 1: Gritty low baritone, deliberate cadence, minimal beat enters] I know all this because you're here in the room. Foolish and brave, walking through the gloom. Definitely one of mine, brethren in the dark, Information only comes to those who seek the spark. I'm not a moron, but I'm an idiot, genius in a way. Maybe you're me from the cosmos, sent back today. I won't give you my name, names are just a box, I stepped out of the frame just to turn the locks. [Chorus: Melodic hook, layered harmonies, heavy 808s] It's not a shadow if the light won't touch it. Don't hold the cage, don't try to clutch it. The algorithms hum like wasps in the heat, Posting up their pain just to keep the drumbeat. I didn't come to fix you, you are not broken, Just leaving a crack in the glass, a token. [Verse 2: Same gritty flow, more tension, industrial scrape returns] Inheritance passed down in the exact same condition, My father handed over an intentional tradition. More anger, more frustration, an heirloom so hideous, A picture full of dead people, ancient and insidious. So I do the only thing that I can do with the blade: I sand it down Shawshank style in the shade. Just taking off the edge, a painful lesson learned, Can't leave it for a kid to find, can't leave it unburned. Expert in lethality, expert in the lonely, Your phone gives an illusion of companionship only. [Chorus: Full beat, low vocal doubles] It's not a shadow if the light won't touch it. Don't hold the cage, don't try to clutch it. The algorithms hum like wasps in the heat, Posting up their pain just to keep the drumbeat. I didn't come to fix you, you are not broken, Just leaving a crack in the glass, a token. [Bridge: Music drops out, bare percussion and vocal delay, whispered spoken word] Diabetes of truth is a pandemic now. There is no answer except to seek the answer somehow. You were made to keep moving, mind fights when you stop, Falling down is a method, not a place where you drop. Time is the only thing you actually have, Stop throwing it around like a newborn baby on the path. Don't throw babies. Just keep moving. [Verse 3: Beat comes back minimal, reflective, tired but steady] Hard work is its own reward, keep your seatbelt tight. No advantage to speeding when you're driving through the night. Love yourself first, but that means self-respect. Be nice to the good, let the evil disconnect. Sometimes you meet the worst people right where they stand, They seek me out, but I don't run across the land. Walking keeps you healthy, leave the phone behind, This is a weigh-stone for a restless mind. [Outro: Sub-bass fades, dry close-mic whisper, single ticking rimshot] Move forward or backward, win or lose isn't real. Just a lighthouse in the dark showing what you feel. I might not be real either, floating in the frame... Oh, you think you know me? Okay then... what's my name? [SFX: Single heavy sub-bass hit, abrupt cut] [End]
