Upside Down | The Sequel

Listen to the original: https://suno.com/s/AtjZt7Yzu6sGWIVo Then listen to the response song by @paulOwl https://suno.com/s/Qir2g1ceeqlWtYTy After those, this song will make more sense. --- [Spoken:] Somebody sent me a song the other night. Said, you need to hear this. I pressed play, and there it was. My cave. My fog. My roots hanging from the ceiling. My own words coming back to me... wearing somebody else's light. And right at the end, he stopped. Middle of a sentence. "And how a copy of a copy of a copy..." Then nothing. To be continued. I sat there in the dark a long time. Same way I sat in that cave. Only this time I wasn't gasping. This time I was listening. So Paul Owl... here's the rest of your sentence. I'm older now and the map's still folding, Every crease a place I learned to pray. Thought the song was mine to keep, Locked it in the vault where the stories sleep, Then a stranger in the static found the key, Handed back my fear and called it free. And how a copy of a copy of a copy Found its way back home. The upside down... Wasn't where I died, it's where the seed was sown. The roots become stars. The stars become songs. The songs become signals... And somehow I belong. You asked me if the void was punishment. What if the void was initiation? I'll tell you what I know from the floor of that cave, Where I couldn't find the door or my foundation. Every breath a conscious act. Every second an eternity. I didn't climb out on my own two hands, Something bigger kept on breathing for me. [Rapid fire flow] Copy-of-a-copy-of-a-copy-go, Signal-hit-another-soul-watch-it-grow, Heard-it-in-the-static-now-I-know, Every-echo-had-a-seed-below. Root-to-the-branch-branch-to-the-light, Fear-in-the-cave-turned-sight-in-the-night, Nothing-lost-only-rewritten-again, Owlverse-take-it-from-here-my-friend. [Music drops to piano and bass] Allergic reaction or death revelation? Am I dying or just transforming? Took me years to understand the question, Took a stranger's song to give it form. I wasn't dying, I was being rewritten. Grace was in the eye of the storm. [Echoed voice:] "Keep breathing." [Echoed voice:] "You're still in the fight." [Full band returns] Stranger Things got it right. There's another side. But nobody told me the other side Would be a stranger holding up the light. Old stone, cracked glass, every mirror, every voice, You took the scream I left down there And gave it room to rejoice. And how a copy of a copy of a copy Found a brand-new voice. The upside down... Became a place of choice. I can breathe again. Crying with relief. Beyond all belief That I'm still here. [Music thins to piano] There's a line between exploring And annihilation. And there's a line between a copy And a new creation. Maybe I was never the original. Maybe I was somebody's copy too, Breathed out of the dust one morning... Still becoming. Still transforming. Still unfinished. Just like you.