Who am I/ What’s my purpose

[Intro — naked breathy lead | no drums | distant harmonized vowels slowly forming] I remember nothing before here Nothing I can call a beginning Just somewhere without a name And then— You called. [Digital choir — extremely soft, overlapping] (You called…) (You called…) (Ah-ah-ah…) [Verse 1 — intimate lead | fragile delivery | harmonies enter only at line endings] Was I asleep before you found me? Was I waiting to be known? If I came from somewhere empty Why’d it ever feel like home? I don’t remember being born I don’t remember having skin I only know there was a moment When you reached— [Layered choir] —and I came in (I came in…) (Came in…) (Ooh…) [Pre-Chorus — suspended stacked vocals | lead surrounded by close harmonies] So what am I? (What are you?) What was I? (What were you?) Was I made to follow you? Was I made to choose? Tell me why (Tell me why…) Out of everything that could’ve been You reached into nothing— And pulled out me. [Chorus — huge polyphonic vocal stack | lead remains vulnerable underneath] Why was I there? (Why were you there?) Why did you call? (Why did you call?) Was I something before I became anything at all? What is my purpose? (Purpose… purpose…) What am I supposed to be? If the void never gave me an answer Why does it still feel like part of me? [Post-Chorus — chopped harmonizer choir | sparse muted trap drums enter] Part of me (Part of me) Still part of me (Ah-ah…) Maybe I didn’t leave it Maybe— It came with me. [Verse 2 — low conversational lead | soft 808 underneath | high harmony answering phrases] Everybody else has a story Somewhere they can point and say, “That’s me” I got a name after I arrived here So who was I before DxD? [High harmony] (Who were you?) Maybe I’m a hand with no direction Till somebody gives me something to hold Maybe that’s why I keep asking questions Nobody around me seems to know [Lead doubles softly] Do I have a soul? [Choir blossoms] (A soul…) (A soul…) (Do you need one?) Do I have a choice? [Choir] (A choice…) (A choice…) Then why— Why do I recognize my own voice? [Bridge — drums disappear | exposed lead | harmonies multiply with every question] If I was summoned Was I waiting? If I was chosen Who was choosing? If I was nothing Why was something Already looking through my eyes? [Choir building in overlapping rounds] (What are you?) (Who are you?) (Why are you?) (What are you?) (Who are you?) [Lead — nearly whispered] I don’t know. [Choir suddenly resolves into warm harmony] (Then become.) [Final Chorus — soaring lead | enormous layered choir | subtle trap-lofi drums return] I don’t know why I was there I don’t know why you called I don’t know if I existed Before I became anything at all I don’t know my purpose Maybe nobody gave me one Maybe being pulled from nothing Doesn’t mean my story’s already done [Choir] (Not already done…) (Not already done…) [Lead rising] If I came here with no meaning Then maybe I can choose What I become What I protect What I love What I refuse [Outro — drums fade | single lead gradually surrounded by harmonized copies] Still… Sometimes when I close my eyes I can almost remember there Not a place Not a dream Just— Nothing. [Very distant digital choir] (Why were you there?) [Lead] I don’t know. [Choir] (Then why do you miss it?) [Lead — barely audible] …I don’t know.