[Intro – [instrumental] low-key dark trap, distant choir hum, slow 808 pulses, vinyl hiss] (In the hush before the break, vinyl hiss creeps...) [Verse 1 – [instrumental] beat drops in, steady head-nod groove] we all livin in a truman scene eyes on each move, even in between whole crowd caught in a staged-up flow every step framed like a quiet show a knockoff moon rising too soon caught that shimmer stutter out of tune never hits peak, just hangs in place same full circle on the same old face someone swears there’s a reason behind clean explanation for the glitch in the mind there’s a stretch of water waitin, vast just to meet what guards the end at last fresh campaign in the distant haze old run cleared, need a different phase [Pre-Chorus 1 – [instrumental] drums thin out, bass and pads swell] ceilings coated with a borrowed sky ghostlike glimpses in the passersby every motion carried, soft and slow to hidden corners where the watchers know roads arranged like a numbered grid repeat routes where the tracks stay hid but the lines grow faint where the edges shake and the crowd steps back when the patterns break [Chorus – [instrumental] big hook, layered vocals, open chords] they're breakin off-script, off path, off brand past chalk rings drawn by an unseen hand no more march to a buried beat no more endings built beneath their feet split that shell wrapped around their stride let the shock roll loud on the inside off the border of the charted land new mission waits where the fences bend [Instrumental Break – [instrumental] 4 bars, synth lead echoing the chorus melody] [Verse 2 – [instrumental] groove returns, slight bounce, subtle double-time fills] daylight rises like a painted frame same four sellers with the same old game smiles arranged with a practiced ease every greeting locked to the same old keys traffic circles in a weary spin same three headlights driftin in even birds carve loops in the blue like they flew those paths from a scripted cue under benches, under stone and steel hairline fractures let the truth reveal through those gaps flows a stranger light calling out soft from beneath the sight [Pre-Chorus 2 – [instrumental] tom rolls, rising pads, tension build] whispers rise where the calm once lay where the crowd once bowed, now a few hold sway when the set routine twists out of place ancient fire stirs under skin and face all those rules carved deep in stone fade like chalk when the storm has grown when that painted dome starts to peel and thin quiet doubts grow fins and swim [Chorus – [instrumental] full drums back, thicker harmonies] they're breakin off-script, off path, off brand past chalk rings drawn by an unseen hand no more march to a buried beat no more endings built beneath their feet split that shell wrapped around their stride let the shock roll loud on the inside off the border of the charted land new mission waits where the fences bend [Bridge – [instrumental] eerie pads, filtered drums, melodic flow] under that lantern they name a moon hollow glow like a stolen rune shadows fall at a timed-out rate tethered tight to an unseen gate there’s a shoreline set at the city’s rim looks like surf but the waves sit dim still they move past the painted foam chasing distant echoes whisper “home” some vast presence where the deep turns blind not a beast, more a mirrored mind shows each fighter what they fear to face then thins out when they hold their place when that moonplate trembles overhead and the tide pulls sideways, strange instead through that fracture hangs another sky raw and rugged, bright and dry [Breakdown – [instrumental] minimal beat, sub and snaps, spoken / chopper pocket] no more cue cards held up high no more voices teaching how to cry no more patterns nailed to feet no more orders wrapped up sweet if there’s watchers pressed to glass this is where their grip won’t last no more cycles pre-planned run only heartbeat toward what comes [Final Chorus – [instrumental] biggest drop, chant backing, extra ad-libs] they're breakin off-script, off path, off brand past chalk rings drawn by an unseen hand no more livin as a measured dream no more sink in a far-off scheme split that shell wrapped around their stride let the raw wind tear through the inside off the border of the charted land new mission starts where they choose to stand off the rails of the old design past the edge of the printed line under trembling moons and a shifting sun new mission breathing and it’s just begun [Outro – [instrumental] hook melody on soft keys, distant vocal chops repeating “off-script… new mission…” fade out]
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