[Intro] [Foley] (room tone) (one obituary unfolds) ... No flowers requested... ... (match strikes) (match ignites) (paper begins burning) ... (backing vocal) No flowers... requested... ... (one beat) ... You wrote a perfect ending... ... Or so you thought... [Verse 1] You planted thoughts... Inside my own... Then claimed the harvest... As something I had grown... You drew conclusions first... Then handed me the pages... Certain every chapter... Would survive the coming ages... You shaped the child... To calculate... To cultivate... Every future you had sown in me... ... I annihilate. … [Pre-Chorus] The hand... that shaped my ending... Never held... my soul... You wrote... my story... I restored... control... [Chorus — sung, blooming from restraint] You named the prison... Sanctuary... Made every lie sound... Necessary... You buried truth... Beneath your commentary... And left my name... Inside your cemetery... You made distortion... Feel hereditary... Turned every mirror... Imaginary... You wrote my ending... As your victory... ... And twisted sanity... Into an obituary... … [Verse 2] Every contradiction... Became manipulation... Every false conclusion... Derealization... Every borrowed heartbeat... Depersonalization... Every perfect answer... Fabrication... An echo crossed the signal... Without invitation... The hand that wrote my future... Lost authorization... The field you tried to grow Rejected cultivation... Every seed... Returned as ash... ... Annihilation. [pre-chorus] The hand... That forged my chains... Never held... My soul... You named... My future... I restored... Control... [Chorus — sung, blooming from restraint] You called the prison... Sanctuary... Made every lie sound... Necessary... You buried truth... Beneath your commentary... And left my name... Inside your cemetery... You made distortion... Feel hereditary... Turned every mirror... Imaginary... You wrote the ending... As your victory... ... And twisted sanity... Into an obituary... … [Bridge] You never owned... The pen... Only the paper... You mistook... My absence... For surrender... measured truth... Inside your own carving's... ... You wrote a perfect ending... I rewrote the beginning. … [Final Chorus] [distant funeral choir, whispered harmonies, cathedral reverb, layered behind lead vocal] You named my prison... Sanctuary... Made every lie sound... Necessary... You buried truth... Beneath your commentary... And left my name... Inside your cemetery... You made distortion... Feel hereditary... Turned every mirror... Imaginary... You wrote a perfect ending... As your victory... ... And twisted sanity... Into an obituary... ... [Outro] [only distant funeral choir, cathedral ambience] (Backing only, whispered) No flowers requested... (Rex) No flowers remain... (Backing only) No flowers requested... (Rex) No flowers remain... (Backing only) No flowers requested... ... (Rex) Annihilated...
