Going off the Deep End

Verse 1] It starts with a twitch in the inky black, Soft bodies bending, no bones to crack. Blue blood pumps, three hearts beat, A thinking limb’s a predator’s cheat. Suckers taste, arms twist and feel, A liquid mind, but the danger’s real. They’re writing scripts with borrowed trash, Plotting vengeance in the ocean’s crash. --- [Chorus] Okay— I’m going off the deep end. Can’t shake this creeping thought. What if they’re planning something? What if we’re already caught? (Beat drops. Pause. Breath.) Okay, off the deep end again. --- [Verse 2] A den of coral, a crafted spire, They blend in shadows, their hearts conspire. Shape-shifting, scheming, bio-tech skin, Camouflage cities, let the takeover begin. Detached limbs scout, a chemical haze, Hunting parties in the trench’s maze. They hack the currents, ride the tides, Their silent craft in the dark abides. --- [Chorus] Okay— I’m going off the deep end. Is this just my mind on fire? They could outlast us, rewire us, And make us their empires. (Beat drops. Pause. Breath.) Okay, off the deep end again. --- [Bridge] Imagine this: a fleet of arms, With stealth and ink as living charms. A bio-machine, a liquid fleet, Moving silently through the deep. No gods, no kings, just fluid design, Electric thoughts in an alien mind. What if we’re just the noise in the shell, And they’re the ones who’ll conquer well? --- [Chorus] Okay— I’m going off the deep end. They’ve got three hearts but no guilt. What if they’re rewriting history, With tools that evolution built? (Beat drops. Pause. Breath.) Okay, off the deep end again. --- [Outro] They’re architects of silent wars, No flags to wave, no open doors. Their ink fades out, but fear remains— What if they rise and break our chains? (Whispered, fading out) Going off the deep end... What if they’re watching? What if they’re waiting? What if… We’re already late? --- Ends with haunting ambient sounds and a trailing bassline, leaving the listener uneasy.