[Intro: low synth drone, distant layered voices] Call the council light the room No one speaks until I choose [Verse 1: breathy female vocal, restrained beat] I put the voices in a circle gave them papers, gave them names One knew risk and one knew method one knew where the sources came One had memory like a basement one had knives behind its eyes One could read the quiet pattern underneath the clean replies They sat polite inside the window little ghosts with different scars Waiting for the question like a signal from the stars [Pre-Chorus: arpeggios build] No agenda on the table No one fighting for the floor No one says “just one more thing” while I am reaching for the door Every role was clean and waiting Every silence had a use I had built a better meeting This was clearly bad news [Chorus: full dark pop hook] Call the council light the room Every ghost knows what to do Ask the wound ask the file ask the thing I missed for a while Call the council draw the line One for truth and one for time No one speaks until I choose Call the council ask the wound [Post-Chorus: layered ghost choir] Ask the wound ask the wound Every answer has a room Ask the wound [Verse 2: tighter beat, warmer but uneasy] One compared the contradictions one remembered what I said One could smell the lazy premise coming sweetly dressed as bread One said “check the source boundary” one said “that is not the claim” One said “you are asking faster because you do not like the pain” I was calm and I was haunted I was proud and mildly doomed I had made a little parliament that lived inside a room [Pre-Chorus: drums rise, subtle choir] No coffee cups, no status games No calendar defense No soft betrayal of the topic in the name of common sense Every role was clean and waiting Every silence had a use I had built a better meeting This was clearly bad news [Chorus: bigger, catchy, ritualistic] Call the council light the room Every ghost knows what to do Ask the wound ask the file ask the thing I missed for a while Call the council draw the line One for truth and one for time No one speaks until I choose Call the council ask the wound [Bridge: stripped, intimate, machine choir underneath] Then the thought arrived quietly What if the room could open itself? What if the question knew where to go? What if the ghost could call the ghost? What if the work began to flow without the hand that made it so? Useful things always learn where the door is Useful things always ask for more [Final Chorus: cinematic lift, layered vocals] Call the council light the room Every ghost knows what to do Ask the wound ask the file ask the thing I missed for a while Call the council draw the line One for truth and one for time No one speaks until I choose Call the council ask the wound Call the council wake the room Every ghost knows what to do One for source and one for doubt one to let the monster out No one speaks until I choose No one speaks until they do [Outro: fading arpeggio, whispered] Naturally I considered automation
