The Sea that Remembers / i am the SEA 🐚🦭🌊⛵ Cobblestone Cut

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 Intro (spoken / close-mic, breath + static) They keep calling it “too sensitive.” Like sensitivity isn’t a surveillance system. I don’t hunt bodies— I hunt masks. And I don’t release the Kraken… I’m the salt. I’m the storm. I’m the sea that remembers. Verse 1 (prophetic, tight cadence) I walk in quiet—watch the room rearrange, Money talks loud, but the spirit talks strange. Low-latent lightning—my mind won’t blur the tells, I read micro-betrayals like dents in the bells. Rich men smirk with a courthouse grin, Rich women glow with a saint-skin sheen, But I see the bargain under every charm— the needy little hunger in the outstretched arm. They built whole foundations on “don’t ask why,” Golden rooms where the truth goes to die. Family boardrooms, friend groups, legacy names— Everybody’s performing, pretending it’s “fine.” I used to be the balm, the buffer, the brace— Now I’m the witness that ruins the play. Pre-Chorus (tension rise / whispered stacks) INFJ radar—total field perception. Heyoka mirror—no easy deflection. I don’t argue, I don’t chase— I just hold up the ocean till the mask slips face by face. Chorus (MASSIVE DROP — chant + growl bass) I’m the Kraken Mirror—I don’t roar, I reveal. Apex to your ego when you think you’re made of steel. You can’t buy my silence, you can’t bribe my nerve, I feel the whole room—then I choose what you deserve. I am the Sea—I don’t beg, I don’t break, I pull the throne apart with the truths you fake. Test the line where my mercy ends— I don’t explode… I descend. (Drop vocal chops: “I AM THE SEA / I AM THE SEA / MIRROR / KRAKEN”) Verse 2 (darker, faster, more teeth) They try love-bomb halos, try guilt in lace, Try “after all I’ve done,” try “know your place.” But I’ve met my shadow—shook its hand in the dark, So your little control games don’t leave a mark. I know the parasite patterns, the charm-then-cage, The “concern” that’s a leash, the smile that’s a blade. I’ve seen saints weaponize a scripture tone, Seen devils do charity for the camera phone. And when the system runs on compliance and fear, I become the glitch they can’t engineer. Not violent—just ungovernable, No hook in my ribs, no button to press— I’m calm like a verdict, quiet like “next.” Pre-Chorus 2 (buildup, choirs widen) Selective vulnerability—membrane, not wall, You don’t get my depth till you earn the call. Sirens sing truth in my bloodstream’s hum— And the old manipulations… don’t work where I’m from. Chorus (DROP 2 — bigger, mythic chanting) I’m the Kraken Mirror—I don’t roar, I reveal. Apex to your ego when you think you’re made of steel. You can’t gaslight the tide, you can’t shame the deep, I watch you throw your masks—then I watch you weep. I am the Sea—I don’t beg, I don’t break, I pull the throne apart with the truths you fake. Test the line where my mercy ends— I don’t explode… I descend. Bridge (half-time ritual — Selkie fiddle + Sirens) (Selkie fiddle enters: furious, haunting motif; Sirens harmonize like a curse turned hymn) She rides in—Harley grin, Crow-black eyes, On a giant Scorpion under neon skies. Three Sirens at her shoulders, singing “remember,” And the Selkie saws strings like a storm in December. Vendetta as ritual, heartbreak as drum— Not for blood, for balance, for what’s become. I don’t “fight” you— I outlast your story. I don’t “hurt” you— I end your authority. Because the ego hates one thing more than shame— A witness who won’t play its game. Final Chorus (FINAL DROP — everything fused) I’m the Kraken Mirror—I don’t roar, I reveal. Apex to your ego—watch your empire kneel. You can’t buy the deep, you can’t own the dark, I’ve mapped the human maze and I know every mark. I am the Sea—sovereign, alone, awake, I turn “power” into “nothing” when it’s built on fake. Meet me kind, not predatory—understand this: I don’t release the Kraken… I am the Kraken. I am the Sea. Outro (whisper / distortion tail) Don’t confuse empathy with permission. Don’t confuse kindness with access. If you built your life on manipulating the tide— you’re about to learn the ocean doesn’t negotiate.