[Intro: Delicate acoustic guitar picking, quiet breathing, cold ambient hum] [Verse 1: Spoken word, intimate, raw conversational accent, clean acoustic guitar] Look at this room. A wooden table, two plastic chairs. A face I don't know, staring right through me. Not looking at my eyes, not listening to my chest. Just measuring my life like an unwanted guest. [Scoffs] Like I’m not even sitting right here... [Pre-Chorus: Fast acoustic rap, rising tension, deep emotion] They talk about my future like I’m out of the room Deciding where I land, deciding my doom "Difficult to manage," "hard to align" Just another body running out of time Cross off a box, ship me out fast Nobody expects a shadow to last! [Chorus: Melodic, raw vulnerable vocal tone] I am a ghost in a sterile room I am a flower that forgot how to bloom No name, no face, no heart, no blood Just a footstep sinking deep in the mud Yeah, just a footstep sinking... [Beat Switch: Heavy drum drop, driving bass, raw distorted guitars] [Verse 2: Passionate, desperate rapid-fire vocal delivery, raw bathroom acoustic vocals, distorted psychedelic rock] you turned a child into a stranger in a ca ca ca cage! another broken soul living off the stage! shove me in a corner! tell me to be good! another piece of human meat to be misunderst st st stood! you see an inmate! i see my life! you see a burden! i survived the kniiiiiife! [Climax Chorus: emotional bathroom acoustic vocals, small pain in voice, psychedelic heavy rock guitars, crashing cymbals] I am not a ghost! I am not your property! I am not a shadow of who I used to be! You can keep the walls, you can erase the name! I was never a piece of your bureaucratic game! mmmmmmm yeah I was never a piece of your bureaucratic game! [Verse 3: Ren-style theatrical rap, switching voices, building desperate momentum] [Cold Toned Female Voice 1, Spoken - Cold System Official]: "Moving you along, it’s the best we can do We found another house that’s suitable for you" [Male Voice - Internal Panicked Voice, cracked painful tone]: Wait, but where’s my family? Where’s my home? Why am I always left standing alone? [Cold Toned Female Voice 1, Spoken]: "Please refrain from outbursts, don't make a scene You're just passing through the spaces in between" [Male Panicked Voice, raw anguish]: In between?! I’m a person, I’m alive! I’m not a piece you move to help a system survive! [Bridge: Stripped back acoustic guitar, rapid-fire vulnerable delivery, vocal breaking] They called me a problem, they called me a burden Living behind an invisible curtain I forgot the sound of my own real name! Who the hell am I in this endless game? Who am I?! oh who am I?! [Acoustic guitar continues picking, slow melancholic rhythm] [Soft clean singing, exhausted vulnerable tone, fading cadence] Leaving behind a room without a name Taking the guilt, but none of the blame No fixed address, no place to call home Just an empty bag and a heart made of stone... [Whispered, rhythmic delivery, clean acoustic picking slows, quiet painful breath MALE VOCALS] Step by step... out into the cold. A story told, but never owned. Forget my name... forget my face... I’m just passing through your sterile place. [OUTRO] [Single acoustic string pluck, long reverb decay into silence] [End]
