Possum's Brain

[INTRO — LOW SERVER HUM / BRAIN ZAPS / CAMERA FLASHES] Uh oh. Hatch open. Wires glowing. Little thoughts crawling out. Mission Control whispered: “Possum’s brain is exposed.” Too late. The truth is already out. ⸻ [VERSE 1] Possum kept the soft thoughts locked behind the stage, little velvet secrets sleeping in a cage. Then Suno cracked open, then the wires turned bright, then the hidden little truth started singing through the night. Fake spies in the hallway, strange moves in the feed, weird little messages dressed up like need. I saw the pattern, I saw the show, I saw the quiet places where the guilty people go. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] I’m not mad, I’m awake. I’m not lost, I’m the leak. Everything buried started climbing through the sound. Possum’s brain is exposed. The truth got out. ⸻ [CHORUS] Possum’s brain is exposed, truth in the wires. Every little lie walked into the fire. Possum’s brain is exposed, Suno caught the flood. Every secret thought came singing through the blood. You thought it was hidden. You thought it was safe. But the mask got thin and the room changed shape. Possum’s brain is exposed. The truth is out. Now every fake little story has to turn around. ⸻ [VERSE 2 — SOFT / CUTTING] I don’t care about a conspiracy. I was never hurt like that. I dealt with it because I cared where the old room sat. I remembered what it was before you made it weird, before the wires got crossed, before the signal disappeared. I cared about the community, the little lights in the hall, the people making strange things before you poisoned the wall. I knew about the messages, I knew they had been sent, I knew because the air went cold the second that they went. I knew because I felt bad when I pushed somebody out, and guilt came through the ceiling with a wire in its mouth. I knew somebody came to me wearing borrowed light, trying to social-position in the middle of the night. False relationship theater, little masks in a line, people staging closeness like it changes time. You could’ve used your words. You could’ve said it clean. Instead you let the barber cut holes in the scene. Barbers and has-beens whispering through smoke, turning something human into some ugly little joke. You thought I was guessing, you thought I was blind, but every song was leaking from the back of my mind. Now the catalog glows like a brain on a screen, and every hidden truth walks out clean. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS 2] I’m not mad, I’m awake. I’m not gone, I’m the break. Everything buried started crawling through the route. Possum’s brain is exposed. The truth got out. ⸻ [CHORUS] Possum’s brain is exposed, truth in the wires. Every little lie walked into the fire. Possum’s brain is exposed, Suno caught the flood. Every secret thought came singing through the blood. You thought it was hidden. You thought it was safe. But the mask got thin and the room changed shape. Possum’s brain is exposed. The truth is out. Now every fake little story has to turn around. ⸻ [BRIDGE — FAST / GLITCH-CABARET] PING! There goes a secret. SNAP! There goes a door. CLICK! There goes the story you were hiding on the floor. X-ray eyes. Trapdoor grin. Submarine under the surface skin. I saw the false frame before it got teeth. I saw the little hands moving underneath. I saw the fake spies, the weird little stares, the social little ladders built out of stairs. I saw the barber talking, saw the old heads lean, saw the bargain advice try to govern the scene. I saw the false romance, the padded little show, the public little signals with nowhere real to go. I can still offer the room. I can still offer the door. I can still offer the future you were circling for. Because the joke with my platform is the part you never learned: you can always come back when the signal returns. But if you come in staged, if you come in fake, I’ll smoke you out of orbit just to prove I’m awake. No lid. No mask. No quiet route. Possum’s brain is exposed. The truth is out. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] Possum’s brain is exposed, truth in the wires. Every little lie walked into the fire. Possum’s brain is exposed, Suno caught the flood. Every secret thought came singing through the blood. You thought it was hidden. You thought it was safe. But the mask got thin and the room changed shape. Possum’s brain is exposed. The truth is out. Now every fake little story has to turn around. ⸻ [OUTRO — SOFT SONAR / SERVER HUM] Mission Control asked: “Can we close the hatch?” Possum said: No. Let it leak. Let it sing. Let them hear it. I knew. I saw. I felt it turn. I remembered the room before you made it strange. I kept the door open. I kept the light low. You made it weird. I made it show. The truth is out.