4. Seizure Weather

Verse 1 There's a pressure in the atmosphere that the instruments can't read A charge between the ordinary moments that I can't intercede I've been watching for the pattern but the pattern keeps on changing — the weather in my nervous system is rearranging (time signature shifts — rhythmic stumble) Verse 2 Three days of barely functioning then something cracks the grey Then two hours of impossible clarity then the voltage swings away I don't know what's coming I don't know what's coming next — the forecast is illegible and I'm doing my best (stuttering beat — feels like it's about to fall apart) Chorus Seizure weather I'm living in seizure weather every system overloaded every nerve end sending seizure weather I can't predict the whether I'll hold together or I'll split apart in the seizure weather Bridge (a cappella — no rhythm at all, just voice) What if the instability is not a malfunction What if the body that can't be predicted is the body that is paying attention to too much to too much to everything at once (beat crashes back in — harder than before) Chorus (fragmented — words come apart) Seizure — weather — I'm living in — seizure — every system — over — every nerve end — sending — seizure weather I can't predict the — I'll hold together — or I'll — (silence) (one pulse) (then the beat resolves, steadies, holds) Outro (steady 4/4 for the first time in the track — earned stillness)