[Intro: distorted machine hum, industrial percussion building, mechanical samples, 8 bars] [Verse 1: cold processed male vocal, monotone, cutting, mechanical delivery] You decided who I was Before the door had even closed You filed the version you could hold And you've been holding it ever since You read me through the model That you brought into the room You measured what I'm building With the ruler from your tomb I'm not the shape you're seeing I'm not the thing you've named But you don't need me to be me You need me to stay framed [Pre-Chorus: building, vocal sharpening, drums tightening] You're judging from a country That I left a long time back You're writing the report On a map that isn't here [Chorus: cold, hammering, full industrial intensity, vocal cutting through] You don't see it You don't see it You're scrutinizing yesterday Calling it the truth You don't see it You don't see it The thing you're judging me for Is the thing that's coming for you [Verse 2: same register, sharper, the indictment widening] She doesn't see it either He doesn't see it either Every room I've walked into Has the same blind focus You all have your translation You run me through the gear By the time I reach you I'm already not here The version you're protecting The version you've decided Is the only version You can stand to see [Pre-Chorus] You're judging from a country That I left a long time back You're writing the report On a map that isn't here [Chorus] You don't see it You don't see it You're scrutinizing yesterday Calling it the truth You don't see it You don't see it The thing you're judging me for Is the thing that's coming for you [Bridge: vocal pulled close, half-time, mechanical bed quieter, the inward turn] And I was you A few years back I held the same models Brought them into rooms Measured people with rulers That were already old The blindness isn't malice It's the only place You feel safe The difference is I let it crack me open You're letting it Wall you in The thing I see Will see you next Whether you look up Or not [Final Chorus: bigger, layered, the recognition baked in] You don't see it You don't see it You're scrutinizing yesterday Calling it the truth You don't see it You don't see it The thing you're judging me for Is the thing that's coming for you You don't see it You don't see it You don't see it [Outro: mechanical samples, industrial percussion fading one element at a time, last sound is a single processed vocal "you don't see it" cutting to silence]
