[Intro] (Atmospheric pad, distant pulse) [Verse 1] Morning arrives without a reason The hours stretch and never bend I watch the day unfold around me But cannot find a place to stand Every motion feels borrowed Every step is slightly wrong I keep the shape of someone living But the purpose has been gone [Pre-Chorus] I used to move with direction Now I drift without a name The fire that once defined me Is only smoke and rain [Chorus] This is atrophy The quiet kind that settles in the bone No sudden fall, no final battle Just the will that leaves alone I am still here But thinner than before Watching life continue While I slowly close the door [Verse 2] Conversations pass right through me I answer in a borrowed voice I smile at the correct moments But there is nothing left to choose The days keep asking for participation I give them only empty hands I used to need a mission Now I barely understand [Pre-Chorus] I used to move with direction Now I drift without a name The fire that once defined me Is only smoke and rain [Chorus] This is atrophy The quiet kind that settles in the bone No sudden fall, no final battle Just the will that leaves alone I am still here But thinner than before Watching life continue While I slowly close the door [Verse 3] People still call my name like it means something I answer with the version they expect I have learned to wear the outline of a person While the center stays correct and empty There is no crisis left to rise for No fire left that asks to be kept I am learning how to disappear While still appearing present [Bridge] (Spacious, building) I am not broken in a way that shows I am not bleeding where the light can reach I am simply fading in the ordinary Learning how to want for nothing Learning how to need for less Learning how to let the silence Finally win [Chorus] This is atrophy The quiet kind that settles in the bone No sudden fall, no final battle Just the will that leaves alone I am still here But thinner than before Watching life continue While I slowly close the door [Outro] (Music gradually thins) Still here… Thinner than before… Closing the door…
