[Intro – bass and dry acoustic drums enter first, uneven pulse, nervous muted guitar scratches, amp hum, short bursts of feedback] [Verse 1 – low slightly raspy male vocal, restrained and detached, rhythm loose and slightly off-balance] Something shifted Something cracked Something in us Won’t come back [brief stop – guitar cable crackle] The spark went missing The heat went cold Something we had Stopped doing what it was told [guitar suddenly spikes into distortion, then cuts clean] Is it boredom? Is it burnout? Did we just wear this whole thing out? [drums become more restless] Did you leave without leaving? Did I miss the part Where we stopped believing? [Pre-Chorus – bass pushes forward, drums become uneven and tense, guitar noise rising underneath] I can hear it in the silence I can feel it when you pull away You don’t have to dress it up [short pause] Just say what you came to say [Chorus – sudden heavy fuzz guitars, wider sound, drums aggressive but slightly crooked, vocal sharper rather than louder] Not long ago We ran like a machine Every part in place Every movement clean Nothing could stop us Nothing got inside [abrupt half-beat stop] Now the bearings grind The gears are stripped Something still moves But the whole thing slips [feedback squeal] So tell me [brief silence] What the hell happened to us? [Post-Chorus – jagged guitar stabs, stop-start drums, amp crackle, then sudden collapse into near-silence] [Verse 2 – clean guitar returns, bass steady at first, vocal colder, almost spoken] Something burned out Something collapsed Something put miles Where there used to be none We used to move Without thinking twice Now every word Feels measured and precise [drums begin slipping into a more nervous rhythm] Is this the ending? Is this decay? Did we slowly push each other away? [guitar distortion flickers in and out] Was it something I did? Was it something you hide? Or did the whole thing Just die from the inside? [Pre-Chorus – sharper delivery, rhythm increasingly unstable, guitar feedback building] Don’t give me silence Don’t give me “maybe” Don’t make me read between the lines [drums stop] If there’s a reason [one distorted guitar hit] Give me the reason [drums slam back in] I’m done pretending this is fine [Chorus – heavier than before, fuzz guitars rougher, drums more aggressive, vocal irritated and controlled] Not long ago We ran like a machine Every part in place Every movement clean Nothing could stop us Nothing got inside Now the bearings grind The gears are stripped Something still moves But the whole thing slips So tell me [distortion cuts out suddenly] What the hell happened to us? [Instrumental Break – uneven stop-start rhythm, bass and drums fighting the pulse, harsh fuzz bursts, guitar squeals, signal dropouts, controlled chaos] [Bridge – everything drops to bass and faint guitar hum, vocal close and firm, almost spoken] Nothing changed on my side I know exactly where I stand I can take the truth full force I don’t need a softer landing [slow tension build] If it hurts Then let it hurt [guitar scrape] If it breaks Then let it break [drums re-enter with irregular accents] But don’t stand there Halfway gone And call that honesty [band becomes increasingly tense] Say it straight Say it clean Say the thing you really mean [Breakdown – dead stop, dry vocal almost alone] I’m not asking you to save it [long pause] I’m asking you to name it [violent fuzz hit] [Final Chorus – full band, heaviest and most unstable section, distorted guitars surging and cutting out, drums deliberately uneven] Not long ago We ran like a machine Every part in place Every movement clean Nothing could stop us Nothing got inside Now the engine still turns But the frame is shot The system keeps moving Like it forgot to stop [guitars become harsher] No one repairs it No one shuts it down [drums begin falling apart rhythmically] And I’m still standing here Listening to that sound [Final Breakdown – feedback, amp crackle, drums abruptly stop, one distorted guitar note decays] [Outro – almost spoken, bass barely audible, faint clean guitar, no drums] But one thing from those days Still hasn’t changed My word Still means the same [long pause] I’m here. [End – amplifier hum, one small electrical crackle, hard cut to silence]
