Something stirs beneath the wire… Not thought pressure. Not sound intent. [Verse I] Metal dust on the tongue of the room, Time leaks slow through a borrowed womb. Walls inhale a coded ache, Every step a controlled mistake. Flesh remembers what minds erase, A signal carving its own pace. [Pre-Hook] Stillness shakes under heated skin, Motion waits for the breach within. The pull gets sharp, the edges bend, We thin the self until it rends. [Hook] Drop it low… let it fold. Let the pressure take control. Turn the noise into a vow, We are inside the current now. [Verse II] Numbers sweat through the floorboards bare, Silence snaps like a held-back stare. Low tones crawl through muscle and bone, Teaching the body what it’s never known. Loops repeat till the mask gives way, Identity melts in delay. [Bridge] No labels left to carry through, Just raw transmission breaking you. Breath aligns with the hidden flow, The form forgets what it used to know. [Hook] Drop it low feel it spread, Sound goes straight to the head. Spin the moment, restart the vein, The system feeds on heat and strain. [Break] Lower… Deeper… Under the signal… Under the self… [Final Hook] Drop it low… don’t resist. This is where the borders split. No start point, no closure found, Only motion learning sound. [Outro] The pressure fades… But something stays. Not silence Alignment.
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