[Intro] [Atmospheric vacuum, deep sub-bass hum] (Whisper): Eighty-seven... (Pause) Keep the distance. (Echo): Past the fence. [Verse 1] [Dry, rhythmic spoken word - DRS flow] I don’t call back. (Pause) Not because I’m busy, just because I’m intact. My circle’s a dot. One point in the dark. You pray to the light, I’m embracing the spark... (Pause) Of Aphrodite. She’s responding in silence. While the world outside is just organized violence. (Short pause) Grade nine memories. History remains. I’m still in that classroom. I’m breaking the chains. [Bridge] [Minimal drums, sharp hi-hats, sub-bass pressure] Clock on the wall... Stuck. (Echo): Stuck. Dreams in the sink. Drain the luck. [Chorus] [Heavy bass drop, clinical percussion] That’s why I don’t cross the line. I take it past the fence. Every favour is a debt. It never makes sense. Stub my toe on your rules. I’d rather feel the floor. Don't knock on my life. There’s no handle on the door. [Verse 2] [Fast, precise delivery - "Skeptical" clinical vibe] Pockets are empty, but the spirit is heavy. I’m Jesus. I’m Devil. I’m steady. (Pause) Playing tricks on yourself? Time to wear the cross. God doesn't gamble. He doesn't count the loss. (Pause) One thousand thoughts. I wrote down... one. The only one that survived the sun. (Pause) Check the time. 1:11. We are plural. Underneath this heaven. [Outro] [Fading sub-bass, eerie flute whispers] Past the fence. (Pause) Doing what I feel instead. (Echo): Instead... (Whisper): Eighty-seven. [End]
