[Immediate Start – bass and drums only, guitars enter after two bars] You sent the fear. You sent the frame. You cut the body from the name. [Verse 1 – low controlled MID VOICE, urgent but not barked] You built the message out of pressure, gave the silence one command. Made the damage sound inevitable, made the boundary look planned. Every screen repeated order. Every mouth received the same. You reduced a life to numbers, then erased the living name. [Short Cut – one clipped bar] But something stayed. [Chorus – enters one beat late, dark descending melody] What we send back will not resemble what you gave. We send the names you tried to bury in the weight. We send the pulse from every body you displaced. What we send back will not obey. [Post-Chorus – bass rises beneath falling guitar chords] Will not obey. [Verse 2 – guitars tighter, drums harder] You taught the room to fear the stranger, taught the wound to blame the skin. Turned the border into doctrine, locked the consequence within. Every loss became procedure. Every absence looked correct. But the people left outside it kept the memory you reject. [Short Cut] Nothing disappeared. [Chorus – same melody, heavier impact] What we send back will not resemble what you gave. We send the names you tried to bury in the weight. We send the pulse from every body you displaced. What we send back will not obey. [Instrumental Drive – eight bars, ascending bass ostinato, one guitar motif] [Bridge – bass and floor tom, voice nearly alone] We remember who was missing. We remember who was used. We remember every silence that was engineered to look like truth. [Build – guitars enter one by one, no tempo drop] Not revenge. Not a mirror. Not another closed command. We send a signal made of voices you could never understand. [Final Chorus – same melody, Full Acoustic Ensemble] What we send back will not resemble what you gave. We send the names you tried to bury in the weight. We send the hands that pull the living from the frame. What we send back will not obey. [Final Tag – full-band strikes] Not your fear. Not your shape. What we send back— [Final Stop] remains.
