[Intro] [F sharp minor, fluorescent light hum, cowbell alone counting, rain on windows] [Pitched down whisper] West wing Room nine I know this floor [Verse 1] [Pitched down formant rap, low gritty warm, half time 808, breath audible] Service door, west wing, smell of bleach and rain Same flickering tube at the end of the lane I don't need a map for the place they kept me tied Counted every tile on the ceiling from the inside Room nine, bed three, where the leather held my wrists Doctor Halver on the night shift with a pen and a list Wrote down calm on the paper every time he put me under Never knew I was counting every hour like a number [Hook] [Gang chant, bitcrushed, full cowbell and 808 groove] Half, then half Half of that Half, then half Nothing comes back Half, then half Strapped on your back [Verse 2] [Pitched down formant rap, vinyl scratch every fourth bar] Every dose he gave me, I could feel it cut in two Twelve hours, half is gone, twelve more, and half of that is through Six halves in seventy two, one part in sixty four (Half) That's the hour I was clear enough to walk right out the door Halver at his desk and the pen falls from his hand I lay him on the bed where he used to watch me stand Buckle every strap the way he taught me, nice and tight He's reading me my symptoms like the chart could make it right [Hook] [Gang chant, bitcrushed, full cowbell and 808 groove] Half, then half Half of that Half, then half Nothing comes back Half, then half Strapped on your back [Bridge] [All drums out, heart monitor beeps slowing, each gap longer than the last] [Pitched down whisper, breath audible] Room nine Bed three Your turn [Verse 3] [Faster rap, sixteenth note flow, stop and start with tape halts] White coat asking what I dream about at night Now I'm asking him the same under the flickering light Chest open like a file and the ribs pulled wide Heart in my hand and it's halving every beat inside Beat, then half, then half of that, then nothing but the hum I pick his pen up off the floor and I write down calm Three names gone and the ward is going cold One more at the top where the Coil keeps the gold [Final Hook] [Harder drop, full saturation, all elements in] Half, then half Half of that Half, then half Nothing comes back Half, then half Three down, Vask is last [Outro] [Heart monitor flatline fading into fluorescent hum, cowbell alone counting] [Pitched down whisper] Step five thousand Ward is quiet Still counting
