[Intro | low growl | bass alone] Everyone. Count again. [Verse 1 | guttural growl | fractured drums] A longer table, narrower chairs A welcome measured at the frame They learn to laugh a little softer They learn an easier kind of name An accent swallowed before speaking A gesture stopped before it shows How much of someone makes it over When only part of someone goes? [Chorus | clear ringing tenor | layered guitar leads] Who fits inside the word everyone? Who disappears to make it true? How much can they leave at the entrance Before there’s nothing to let through? [Verse 2 | low growl | abrupt stops] The picture needs a common center The edges take another cut They call the resemblance natural Once every difference has been shut A hundred faces turning inward One empty place beyond the light Does being counted mean belonging? Who gets to draw the circle tight? [Chorus | sorrowful tenor | strings beneath] Who fits inside the word everyone? Who disappears to make it true? How much can they leave at the entrance Before there’s nothing to let through? [Instrumental | guitar harmonies drift apart] [Bass maintains the original figure] [Bridge | close growl | no drums] No order given. No lock installed. They watch each other And build the wall. [Brief full-band impact | immediate silence] [Outro | exposed tenor] Everyone. Count again.
