[I — close, low pulse] You said you wanted peace but peace don’t peak, don’t press, don’t pull, don’t prove You wanted voltage you wanted motion with something to lose [V1 — dry, tight, cold bass] Flicker-filament shimmer, immediate image of impulse igniting the visible blue Wire-line fire-sign jitter in skin when the system admitted its appetite in you Risk when the risk looked rich, when the glitch in the pitch made the limit feel littler Loved how the body said don’t while the current wrote go in a dialect half-illegible Surge-urge curve through nerve, disturbed what was firm, what was certain, what stayed still Static-stack in the chest, compressing confession to contact, consequence, thrill Charge didn’t discharge by morning, mark made map, didn’t fade, didn’t flatten, didn’t fall through You called it damage, excessive, expensive, a pressure you weren’t built to absorb I was a pulse without pause, clause-less current, a cause without caution or containment But you were never neutral, you fueled it, accrued it, reviewed it, then framed it as my arrangement Look-hook rebooked what was done, one glance spun the line back through every attempt to undo You knew how to wake what you later would name wrong still you loved the voltage too [Pre — filtered rise] Steady never stressed you steady never stretched you You needed feeling with weather in it something unstable enough to impress you [Ch — wide, stacked, deeper sub] You loved the voltage Loved me electric Loved me unstable enough to feel unforgettable You loved the voltage Until it burned visible Then you wanted softness with no history in it You say I was the fire I say you fed it oxygen You say I was the damage I say you loved the voltage [Post — chopped echoes] Loved the pull loved the push loved the rush cut the cost Loved the proof till it stayed till it weighed then it crossed [V2 — firmer, darker, faint bloom] Night-light heightened, tightened around every micro-expression of want Calm felt counterfeit, thin as a filament flickering under the weight of what wasn’t undone Wrong looked right when it lit up, split up restraint into fragments of almost-religion Room took shape as a system of signals, ignition-dependent decision revision Leaned to fracture, factor of hunger, undercurrent wanting the limit to slip Stillness insufficient, fiction, friction between what we held and what wanted to rip I read your distance as discipline, vision, precision, a sign of a deeper control Maybe I myth-made restraint into reason to keep my obsession intact in a role Don’t rewrite your role in the voltage, don’t fold it to fault lines that only run through me You moved in the field when it yielded, concealed it, then sealed it and called it unruly Call it confusion, collision, combustion, conjunction of two things that never reduce Call it whatever you need for revision still you were feeding the fuse No, listen, I almost have it— syntax collapsing, overlapping, stacking itself into structure Overarticulated, self-referential, recursive, compressive, excessive in texture Fried but aligned, I’m saying it right, it’s coordinated, not hallucinated, it’s proof Even if language can’t land it completely I still felt the voltage in truth [Pre2 — stronger rise] Maybe I made it unbearable Maybe I let it expand past control But maybe you loved how the storm would perform cause silence would start up the whole [Ch — bigger, fuller] You loved the voltage Loved me electric Loved me unstable enough to feel unforgettable You loved the voltage Until it burned visible Then you wanted softness with no history in it You say I was the fire I say you fed it oxygen You say I was the damage I say you loved the voltage [Br — half-time, close] Spark-start, arc-mark, dark part, chart the charge where it sharpened the senses Look-hook, rebook, mistook the control for a role built on practiced pretenses Touch-rush, too much, compressed into trust that combusted under pressure progression Line-sign, decline, redefine where the signal stopped reading as simple connection Heat-name, harm-frame, same game, blame placed in a pattern you practiced before Wrong-call, long-fall, you leaned to the wall when the voltage was something to reach for Risk-known, still grown, you stayed in the state where the edge felt essential, not optional Then said I was damage like you weren’t the one making the current operational [Int — no vocals, bass pulse, guitar scrape, one-beat stop, talkbox ghosts, low Rhodes swell, sudden mute, dry reentry, blue haze..] [FCh — full bloom] You loved the voltage The pull, the danger The way disaster almost looked like heaven And when it broke us You called it my nature Like you never once leaned closer to the current You say I was the fire I say you fed it oxygen You say I was the damage I say you loved the voltage [O — strip to pulse] You wanted weather not the wreckage You wanted voltage without the voltage
