[Intro: brittle tension // diagonal light // stuttered air pressure] Light snaps sideways across the room A stuttered hum inside the glass Your outline folds in sharp diagonals Like someone bent the night too fast [Verse 1: rupture event // clipped breath // voltage imagery] The crack-before the quiet-hit A pressure bloom behind your teeth Your breath misfired, clipped, uneven Like rules of air had come unstitched The floor skewed left, the ceiling tightened Angles grinding out of sync [Chorus: emotional shrapnel // jagged vowels // tense guitars widening] The world tore open, and I stalled Edges shifting under-neath Your voice came split in harsh partitions A signal shredded, sliced up thin The world tore open, and I stalled Nothing lands where it begins [Verse 2: battlefield interior // shadow fragmentation // aftershock pulse] The walls convulse with aftershock Paint twitching like a wounded hide Your shadow breaks in three directions Each one choosing where to hide I trace the faultline’s crooked logic A map of everything undone [Bridge: collapse // stuttered geometry // dim voltage] I see the room in broken frames Each one arguing with the next Your shape repeats in tilted slices None of them agree your best The floor forgets which way is down My pulse miscounts the steps it takes Your name hits twice, then folds in half Like sound refusing to take shape [Chorus: final // splintered pulse // tense guitars widening] The world tore open, and I stalled Edges shifting under-neath Your tone still cuts in splintered pulses A faultline wired into my limbs Every angle fights itself Nothing lands where it begins
