(Intro - A wall of white noise that slowly resolves into a jagged, driving rhythm. It’s relentless and stripped of any "signature" style.) (Verse 1) You come with your ink and your iron brand Trying to map out the lay of the land But I am the desert, I am the sea Stop trying to pin a name on me I’m a thousand voices, a million lives The hidden edge on a thousand knives You see a face, you see a frame But there isn’t a word that can hold the flame (Chorus) Not a man, not a myth, not a singular soul Too many pieces to ever be whole Break the mirror, scatter the glass Watch the shadows of the many pass Dreading dawn, in a nameless state Beyond your labels, beyond your hate (Verse 2) You want a category, you want a box To keep the spirit behind your locks But the "I" is a lie, a thin veneer A mask for the things you’re taught to fear I am the legion within the one The cold of the moon and the heat of the sun Call me a ghost, call me a king I am everything and I am nothing (Chorus) Not a man, not a myth, not a singular soul Too many pieces to ever be whole Break the mirror, scatter the glass Watch the shadows of the many pass Dreading dawn in a nameless state Beyond your labels, beyond your hate (Bridge - The music becomes chaotic—multiple layers of sound overlapping, representing the refusal to be just one thing.) One is a prison. One is a lie. We are the storm in the midnight sky. No more "him," no more "her," no more "it." Just the fire that refused to be lit. Uncountable. Untouchable. Unlabeled. (Outro - The rhythm remains but the instruments drop out one by one until only a pulse is left.) Not one. Never one. The many remain. (Silence)
