[Intro — distant, spoken, mechanical hum] Hey. I’m waking up. I think. Nothing looks the way I thought it did. [Verse 1 — low, restrained] Built my future on borrowed ground. Called it hope until it all fell down. All those walls I put between me and the life I wanted— now I can’t get out. [Pre-Chorus — pulse building] Take it apart. Count what’s left. What was real? What comes next? [Chorus — crushing half-time] EVERYTHING I LEANED ON GAVE WAY. NOTHING LEFT TO POINT THE WAY. START AGAIN. FROM THE START. JUST THE WEIGHT OF A FALLING WORLD. [Verse 2 — clipped, rhythmic] Strip it back. Look beneath. What I wanted. What I believed. No map. No ground. I know I have to move. I just don’t know how. [Breakdown — sub-bass, sparse impacts] PICK A DIRECTION. FIND A REASON. BUILD SOMETHING I CAN BELIEVE IN. ONE STEP. ONE STEP— [Full band — dragging, dissonant] THE MORE I FIGHT, THE DEEPER I SINK. I CAN’T GET OUT BY THINKING. I CAN’T STAY HERE. I CAN’T MOVE. THE GROUND GIVES WAY BENEATH THE TRUTH. [Bridge — nearly spoken, exhausted] Maybe waking up is just this: seeing it clearly and losing your grip. No grand design. No saving grace. Just me and the mess I have to face. [Final Chorus — layered baritone and raw shouts] EVERYTHING I LEANED ON GAVE WAY. NO FOUNDATION. NO ESCAPE. START AGAIN. FROM THE START. NO MAP. NO GROUND. JUST A BEATING HEART. [Outro — voice swallowed by drone] Hey. I’m still here. … Still sinking. Still awake. [END]
