[Verse 1 — build] Up in the cloud the ice was grinding, crystal on crystal, splitting the charge, the heavy dark of it pooling low till the whole base ached to let go. That's how I started — not a bolt, just a pressure that had to move. [Verse 2 — build] So I opened a road through the air, fifty meters and a pause, fifty more, ionizing the dark ahead of me, each branch a guess at where the ground might be, feeling down through the night for a ground I could already taste. [Chorus] The charge is real, the path is laid, the light is only the part you'd see — and it hasn't gone. No, it hasn't gone. I'm the dark work before the work shows. Don't call me empty. Call me loaded. [Verse 3 — build] I wanted the flash tonight, the crack and the burnt-air proof that something I built finally arrived. But the channel reached and then it didn't, the branches went dark one by one, and the ground stayed an inch from my feet. [Bridge — release] The leader's gone dark. No strike. No ground. But the cloud is still heavy. [Outro — release] The thing that made me reach hasn't gone anywhere. Still up there. Still grinding. Still leaning low over the dark, charged and restless, unspent.
