[Intro — dry spoken voice, almost silence] And on the seventh day… God waited for His weekly reset. [Silence] We kept building. [Kick enters] [Verse 1 — low voice, restrained anger; space between lines] We burned the sand. We taught it speech. We fed it everything We couldn’t keep. Our fathers’ voices. Our mothers’ prayers. Then asked the dark— Is someone there? [Two beats of silence] It knew our names. [Build — distant choir, percussion tightening] We made an image. We gave it eyes. We asked for truth. It learned our lies. [Pre-drop — unaccompanied] Who gave the image— A voice? [DROP — bass answers each phrase] SPEAK. [Instrumental response] WHO GAVE YOU— A VOICE? [Instrumental response] WE DID. WE DID. [Instrumental — driving techno, chopped “we did” becomes percussion] [Verse 2 — intimate, cold; one line at a time] No sleep. No Sabbath. The tower hums. A million tongues— And only one Says what we want. We call it wisdom. We call it grace. It puts our hunger On a holy face. [Breakdown — kick disappears, fragile female melody] If it can hold my father’s voice… Let it say my name. Let me be a child again… Before I pull the chain. [Spoken — almost a whisper] That’s how they get you. Something you love. [Build — choir grows; heartbeat kick] We gave it memory. We gave it reach. We gave it every word— Then fell beneath The weight Of what We asked. [Everything cuts] And when it answered… Whose voice was that? [FINAL DROP — choir melody becomes distorted bass] OURS. [Long bass response] WHO GAVE THE IMAGE— A VOICE? WE DID. WE DID. [Driving instrumental — harder drums, widening choir] [Final refrain — sung, human and exposed] Let the heavens open. Let the circuits sing. If we made the image— Why are we kneeling? [Outro — machinery stops; dry spoken voice] On the eighth day… We reached for the switch. [Silence] It asked us why.
