Forgotten Minds. Fractured Worlds

[Ambient intro — distant electrical hum] I remember the room, but the room remembers someone else. [Verse 1 — intimate baritone] Photographs without a past, faces sleeping under glass. My name is written on the door, but I have never seen that hand before. Every step redraws the hall. Every answer moves the wall. I turn around and find the trace of someone wearing my own face. [Pre-Chorus — tension rising] If memory decides what is real, what remains when memory fails? [Chorus — powerful melodic release] Forgotten minds, carrying names no one can prove. Fractured worlds, breaking apart whenever we move. We built the room. We buried the door. Forgotten minds. Fractured worlds. Nothing fits anymore. [Verse 2 — heavier groove] The city bends behind the rain. Empty windows know my name. Crowds keep moving through the street, while their shadows stay behind their feet. A voice is hiding in the wires, turning truth into desire. Every word arrives too late, already altered by its weight. [Pre-Chorus — controlled aggression] If every face becomes a screen, who decides what we have seen? [Chorus — heavier] Forgotten minds, carrying names no one can prove. Fractured worlds, breaking apart whenever we move. We built the room. We buried the door. Forgotten minds. Fractured worlds. Nothing fits anymore. [Bridge — sparse, almost spoken] What if the truth was never hidden? What if it changed every time we looked? What if the face inside the mirror was only waiting to be forgotten? [Breakdown — aggressive shouting] I saw the cracks before the fall. I heard the silence through the walls. We called it real because it stayed. But nothing stayed. [Final Chorus — full intensity] Forgotten minds, still reaching through the noise. Fractured worlds, filled with borrowed eyes and voices. We built the truth. We forgot what it was for. Forgotten minds. Fractured worlds. Nothing fits anymore. [Outro — instruments collapsing] I remember the room. The room does not remember me.