6. The Paronomasia - Met A More Foe, Sis (2 ver.)

[Intro — різкий вхід / орган + драматичні акорди] Met… A more… Foe… Sis… Change is not a gift… It is a verdict… [Verse 1 — театральний, напружений] I met myself in sharper form A twisted echo, newly born It wore the future like a scar And said: “You are not what you are.” Its eyes were filled with things I’d hide The quiet wars I kept inside Each doubt I buried came alive Not to forgive — but to survive [Pre-Chorus] Met a more… More than before… Foe, sis — don’t ignore… You asked for more… [Chorus] Met a more foe, sis — I confess Every change is violence dressed Met a more foe, sis — I become What I feared I’d overcome Met a more foe, sis — tear me through Every “old” makes space for “new” Met a more foe, sis — can’t resist I evolve — or I don’t exist [Verse 2] It broke my name into a scream Rewrote the logic of my dream Each piece it tore became a key To doors that should not open me I tried to bargain with the shift But every loss became a gift A cruel design, a perfect crime Where I was both the thief and time [Instrumental] “morph / more / war / form…” [Bridge] Who did I meet — if not myself? Who did I fight — on every shelf Of memory I tried to keep? Who woke me from my safer sleep?! Met a more — I wanted less! Foe, sis — I must confess! Every “me” I tried to save Is just another thing to grave! [Breakdown] Not reborn… Rewritten… [Chorus — максимальний вибух] MET A MORE FOE, SIS — WATCH ME CHANGE Nothing lost and nothing stays MET A MORE FOE, SIS — BREAK THE FRAME Every self is just a name MET A MORE FOE, SIS — BURN THE PAST Only shifting shadows last MET A MORE FOE, SIS — FINAL FORM Every calm begins a storm [Outro — тихий, але тривожний] Met… A more… You didn’t change… You multiplied…