[Verse | spoken word verse | building energy] 10 days. I’m on the way to the ocean. Didn’t plan it. Still going. Something in my hands. Used to make noise. Now it just… doesn’t. [Pre-Chorus | emotional build-up | tension rising] Feels lighter than it should. Like something already left. Wind’s picking up. Can hear the water from here. [Chorus | anthemic chorus | restrained aggression] A sacrifice to the wave war gods. Not yet. Not here. But it’s coming.
