[Intro, low, off-center] Picture it wrong on purpose. That is how they teach you to make it real. [Verse 1] Thirty eight slides, the tone cools off, no alarms, just a voice telling gravity to soften. Imagine a planet alone, they say it like a lullaby, alone like a tool on a bench, waiting to be justified. Sea without witnesses, depth without floor, no names below you, nothing asking for more. Not heaven, not hell, just a blank that behaves, an absence rehearsed until silence feels safe. They are not erasing people, they are erasing reference, so later when you look down, there is no interference. No doctor, no father, no echo to blame, just space doing nothing, doing it the same. Call it outer, call it beyond, call it clean, it is a vault made of distance where secrets can breathe. When nothing answers, confession dissolves, and the mind learns privacy without needing walls. [Hook, recursive, understated] Build it slow, do not rush the sky. If it spins, let it spin, let it lie. Nothing under, nothing above, count the turns, mistake that for love. [Verse 2] Thirty nine and a half, lights streak past, worlds introduced like options, not facts. Many worlds there, the phrasing is casual, permission smuggled inside something visual. Be like god is never said, it is staged, they let the image finish the thought they arranged. Evolution slides in with the comfort of scale, no guilt in the motion, no crime to entail. If violence is old as the rock and the flame, then orders feel natural, mercy feels strange. Faces form on planets, fire learns to climb, storms rehearse obedience in spectacular time. Drugs sharpen color until fear feels clean, until burning looks useful, until shaking feels keen. Fragments get jobs, fire knows fire, water knows pressure, pain knows when to retire. Cross the wrong layer, the whole place will quake, and the body will choose compliance over break. [Bridge, overlapping phrases, time folded] Before the world, after the wound, before you decide, after you assume. Same scene twice, different order, cause and effect learn to swap their border. [Verse 3] Forty seven calms it down just long enough, then life splits simple so the lesson fits small. One cell becomes two, then two learn the trick, multiplication framed as something benign and quick. It is ok to multiply, they keep the voice warm, god wanted expansion, see how it forms. If god can make fish, you can sketch one too, you can be anything, anything will do. But hear what is missing inside that permission, no anchor, no spine, no original position. Identity floats like debris in the wake, shape is a favor that pressure can take. By now you know how a world is assembled, what fear it requires, how order is trembled. Creation becomes rest from remembering pain, a beautiful room where forgetting can reign. [Hook, altered return] Build it slow, do not rush the sky. If it spins, let it spin, let it lie. Nothing under, nothing above, count the turns, mistake that for love. [Outro, quiet, unresolved] They did not take belief away. They handed it a ruler and asked it to measure itself.
