Cut It Up v3

[Intro: Tape hiss, shortwave radio scan, low detuned drone, distant metallic echoes] The typewriter grows teeth Keys made of bone Letters crawl off the page Searching for a host (Whisper fragments) Cut the word… split the word… feed the word… [Ambient layering: reversed bells, granular noise, slow pulsing sub tone] [Verse] A hallway filled with mirrors of tomorrow Each reflection missing one eye The calendar bleeding numbers Onto a floor of moving sand I met a man made of newspapers Headlines stapled to his skin He spoke in unfinished sentences That turned into birds mid-air Language melts in the pocket Of a coat I never owned Every door opens backward Into a room that hasn’t happened yet [Instrumental texture: glitch bursts, reversed cymbals, filtered static] [Verse] Cut the sky into thin strips File them under yesterday Glue the moon to the ceiling fan Let it spin until it forgets its name In the elevator of sleeping animals Buttons labeled with lost years Press them all at once Arrive nowhere repeatedly (Background voices overlapping) Who is writing who Who is dreaming who Who is speaking through the wound The city folds like paper lungs Breathing smoke instead of air Streetlights bloom like insects Around the skull of midnight [Ambient expansion: dissonant pad swell, slow industrial heartbeat pulse] [Bridge] The doctor wears a television face Prescribing frequencies instead of pills He says the past is contagious Do not touch the photographs I swallow a clock by accident Now time ticks in my throat Every word I try to say Comes out ten years too late History walks on broken legs Dragging chains of grammar rules Cut the sentence at the spine Let the meaning leak out slowly [Minimal progression: deep drone, granular vocal fragments, echo loops] [Outro: tape slowing, radio fading, reversed whisper choir] The insect writes the dream The dream writes the city The city writes the body The body writes the noise (Soft layered whispers) Cut it up… Cut it up… Cut it up… Silence rearranges itself [end]