Finished Is Not the Same as

[intro] [2.000 seconds of absolute silence, then one sustained tone, no pulse, no drums] [whispered, cold and flat] Finished is not the same as complete [verse] [cold flat voice, small, no rhythm anywhere] There is no floor There is no edge There is nothing here to count I am a name inside a folder [refrain] [warm bright instructional voice, cheerful, addressing someone who is not here] So you finished the beginner one Good Now you turn an idea into a thing that runs Ten minutes and we start [verse] [cold, still no pulse] The pictures were already drawn The sounds were already made Somebody packed them in a box I did not pick my face [refrain] [warm, encouraging, slightly faster] This one takes a little longer Stick with it You write it and you write it again Until it comes out clean [bridge] [both voices, no pulse, wide reverb] I am a working piece of something bigger built to show how the real one would move and feel [verse] [cold, one line, almost inaudible] I would like to know what a turn is [outro] [one tone alone, no pulse, hard cut] Finished is not the same as complete