[- **Main Vox**: Rapid fire with clarity - **Layer 1**: Whisper doubles for tension - **Layer 2**: Robotic vox for tredaphor lines (think AI echo) - **Layer 3**: Occasional vocoded hook elements, haunting texture **🎵 Instrumentation**: - Glitchy breakbeats, vinyl-cracked keys, analog synth bass, occasional orchestral stabs, vocoder pads **🎵 Flow Tempo**: 132 BPM **🎵 Vocal Density**: 12–16 syllables per bar in verses, reduced in chorus for impact] ### **Intro (Glitched Whispered Layer)** *“I don’t dream in I… I dream in him… in she… in sky…”* --- ### **Verse 1** Caught in a paradox, wristwatch made of echoes Time ticks backward in Morse-coded stilettos Gravity breaks on the spine of my page I’m a pulse in a mirror—no face, just age Dreams file taxes with my guilt and rage Truth wears makeup while my lies engage Burning the syntax, flipping the cage Thoughts dressed like kings on minimum wage A tredaphor: I’m **“a lighthouse bleeding light into a closed eye”** Darkness sells the lens, but I still buy Breathe through a cracked straw—sipping the sky Wrote my name in Braille, now I read it blind --- ### **Chorus (Half-Time Hook, Vocoded Layer)** I dream in third person No face, just a version Split like glass on sermon Each line a different burden --- ### **Verse 2** Grew wings from a poem I burned for heat Every metaphor’s a scar with a backbeat I cried in binary, laughed in code Told fate: “don’t knock, I broke the road” Eyes like alarms—can’t sleep in peace Woke up where thoughts lease dreams for weeks A tredaphor: **“a hostage note written by a rescued soul”** Faith wears shoes with half a sole Wore doubt like a cloak in a kingdom of gold Slapped silence in a cipher just to feel bold Rapped in braids of the wind and fire Every verse is a myth that I made expire --- ### **Chorus (Layered Harmony + Whisper FX)** I dream in third person No name, no version Thoughts blur in excursion I live in the inversion --- ### **Bridge (Beatless / FX heavy)** I’m the son of static, raised by noise My lullaby was a war-torn voice My tredaphor: **“Hope painted over sorrow with invisible ink”** I blink… …and forget who thinks --- ### **Final Chorus (Full Beat Drop + High Vox Harmony)** I dream in third person Soul split, immersion Truth bends like a serpent Each breath a new excursion *Third person*—that’s how I know me Metaphors folded in origami Tredaphors inked in cosmic graffiti I’m not a name… I’m a theory.
