[Intro – Low atmospheric drone, distant mechanical pulse, faint reversed whispers. One close, dry male voice.] I had a thought. I questioned why. I found an answer. I asked it twice. [Verse 1 – Deep, restrained male baritone, deliberate rhythm] A single question, a simple start, A loose connection inside the dark. I pulled the thread, examined the seam, Looked for the truth beneath the machine. I broke it down, I traced the line, Rebuilt the pieces, checked the design. But every answer opened a door, And every doorway revealed something more. I found a flaw in the way I knew, A contradiction I followed through. If what I think is what I believe, Then who decides what I choose to perceive? [Pre-Chorus – Quiet overlapping vocal doubles] Look again. Think it through. Question everything. Including you. [Chorus – Haunting, hypnotic, layered vocals] Round and round, I start again. Chasing answers without an end. Every beginning, another divide. Every conclusion, another lie. I can't get out. I can't get through. The more I understand, The less I knew. [Verse 2 – More rhythmic, increasingly insistent delivery] I check the process, examine the thought, Review the conclusions, question the cause. The cause of the cause, the reason behind, The reason I question the state of my mind. A loop in the logic, a crack in the frame, I follow the pattern, return to the same. I know that I know, but I don't know why, I question the question until questions die. And then it repeats. And then it repeats. And then it repeats. And then it repeats. [Pre-Chorus – Whispered doubles, growing distortion] Look again. Think it through. Question everything. Including you. [Chorus – More layers, heavier bass] Round and round, I start again. Chasing answers without an end. Every beginning, another divide. Every conclusion, another lie. I can't get out. I can't get through. The more I understand, The less I knew. [Verse 3 – Rapid-fire delivery, overlapping vocal fragments] Reconsider the reason, revisit the doubt, Reconstruct the thought that I can't figure out. If I know that I'm thinking, then what does that mean? Am I watching the watcher, observing the screen? If I question the question, does the question remain? If I alter the answer, do I alter the frame? If I step outside it, am I still within? If I find the beginning, is that where I begin? Stop. Rewind. Repeat. Reframe. Same conclusion. Different name. I found the answer. I found the flaw. I found the reason. I questioned it all. [Instrumental Break – Repeating bass pulse, rhythmic fragments of previous vocals, increasingly disorienting stereo echoes] [Bridge – Music strips back. Intimate, almost exhausted vocal delivery.] I think... Therefore I question. I question... Therefore I think. I search... For the thought before the thought. The first one. The original. The one that started everything. ... What if there wasn't one? [Final Chorus – Dense overlapping vocals, increasingly frantic repetition, rhythmic instability] Round and round, I start again. Chasing answers without an end. Every beginning, another divide. Every conclusion, another lie. I can't get out. I can't get through. The more I understand, The less I knew. Round and round. Again. Again. Round and round. Again. Again. [Outro – Abrupt removal of percussion. One isolated voice, almost whispered.] I had a thought. I questioned why. I found an answer. ... I had a thought. [One final mechanical pulse. Silence.]
