[CHAIN RATTLES] [VOICE — DISTANT] Five came out. Six stayed in. [LOW RIFF] Say that again. [VOICE] Five came out. Six stayed in. [BEAT] I had the ember in my coat Lens against my chest Hammer hanging from my belt Key beside the rest Carried water from the well Thought the trial was done Then I found another staircase Where there shouldn't Have been one. [HOOK] Five came out Six stayed in Don't ask where The walls have been Five came out Six stayed in Count the doors— Then count again. [SHAMISEN RIFF] Down twelve steps Air went cold Found a lock That wasn't old No dust No rust No ancient name Somebody had been here And somebody Came back again. I put my ear Against the stone Heard something breathing Like my own. [SCRATCH] Now THAT— Got my attention. [HOOK] Five came out Six stayed in Don't ask where The walls have been Five came out Six stayed in Count the doors— Then count again. [GUITAR ENTERS] I know intensity. I know the flame. I know curiosity Can make a sane man Walk into rain. I know these hands. I know what they build. I know what freedom costs. I know how deep The water gets When everything Gets still. But this? This wasn't mine. [TAIKO] First rule— Don't worship What you don't understand. Second— Don't run Just because You understand less. Third— If the universe Hands you a mystery— Don't turn your wonder Into evidence. [BEAT CUT] Observe it. Test it. Learn. [DOOR KNOCKS FROM OTHER SIDE] ...the fuck was that? [MASSIVE ROCK SECTION] [HOOK — SHOUTED] FIVE CAME OUT! SIX STAYED IN! DON'T ASK WHERE THE WALLS HAVE BEEN! FIVE CAME OUT! SIX STAYED IN! COUNT THE DOORS— THEN COUNT AGAIN! [ERHU / GUITAR] I reached for the key— Stopped. Funny. Old me Would've opened it Just to say I'd seen. New me knows A closed door Can also be A piece of evidence. [BRIDGE — NEAR SILENCE] Then a voice Came through the stone. Not angel. Not demon. Not God. Not me. It said— "You found yourself." [Pause] "Now find out What you're for." [SUB] Oh. That's different. [FINAL BUILD] Five relics Got me here. None of them Tell me where to go. Fire gives power. Sight gives questions. Hands give form. Keys give choice. Depth gives soul. But purpose? [RIFF] Purpose doesn't sit On a fucking shelf Waiting To be found. [FINAL HOOK] FIVE CAME OUT! SIX STAYED IN! I KNOW WHERE THE NEXT ROAD BEGINS! FIVE CAME OUT! SIX STAYED IN! COUNT THE DOORS— THEN— [EVERYTHING STOPS] No. Leave this one Locked. [FOOTSTEPS WALK AWAY] [VOICE BEHIND DOOR] Eric. [FOOTSTEPS STOP] [HIM] ...shit. [LOW GONG] [END]
