[Cold Open – chopped vocal fragments, dry kick, broken guitar clicks] [Vocal Chop – fragmented Female samples] “Not enough.” “Stay small.” “Don’t get it wrong.” “Not enough.” [Male Rap – dry centered Spoken Rap, no melody] Keep it quiet. Check the room. Don’t say too much. Don’t move too soon. Make it perfect. Make it clean. Be the version they want to see. Don’t need help. Don’t lose control. Take the blame before they know. Every warning in your head sounds more familiar when it’s said again. [Female – immediate, dry and close] That voice was never mine. [Hook – Female, short melodic answer] Cut the echo before it sounds like me. Cut the echo before I start believing. Every word I never chose has had enough of living here. Cut the echo. Make it disappear. [Verse 1 – Female, low tense melody] It started with somebody else saying I was hard to hold. Then I heard it in the mirror every time I lost control. “Don’t be difficult.” “Don’t be angry.” “Don’t become too much again.” Their voices left the room years ago. Mine kept letting them back in. I repeated every judgment until it sounded like a fact. Built a cage from old opinions and forgot I had the key. [Male Rap – intrusive, locked to kick and snare] You know the rules. You know the cost. One wrong move and everything’s lost. Stay agreeable. Stay prepared. Never let them see you scared. If they leave, you caused the distance. If they hurt you, show forgiveness. Keep the peace. Take the blame. Call the echo by your name. [Female – sharper] No. [Silence Cut] [Complete silence] [Chorus – full band impact] Cut the echo before it sounds like me. Cut the echo set the silence free. Every voice I never chose dies the second I decide. Cut the echo. Take back my mind. I don’t owe those words a home. I don’t have to make them mine. Cut the echo before it sounds like me. [Instrumental Turn – moving Bass, stuttering guitar riff, industrial impacts] [Verse 2 – Female, stronger rhythmic delivery] I know the tone. I know the timing. I know exactly where it starts. Right before I try something that might prove I have a choice. It says: “You’ll fail.” I say: “Maybe.” It says: “Then don’t.” I say: “Watch.” Fear can sound like good advice when it has lived inside you long enough. But familiar isn’t honest. And repetition isn’t truth. [Male Rap – shorter, less certain] What if they were right? [Female] They weren’t. [Male] What if you’re too much? [Female] For who? [Male] What if you lose them? [Female] Then they were holding a version of me I don’t need anymore. [Echo Kill – chopped phrase loses words] [Vocal Chop] “Not enough.” “Not—” “Enough—” “—” [Instrumental Break – 8 bars, hybrid drums, Electric Bass, broken guitar riff] [Female – rhythmic over the groove] Cut the wire. Kill the loop. Let the silence tell the truth. No borrowed fear. No second voice. No old judgment gets the final choice. [Male Rap – final intrusive burst] Stay small. Stay safe. Stay— [Female – cuts through] Stop. [Band narrows to Bass, kick and one guitar pulse] [Female – completely dry] You were repeated. Not believed. There’s a difference. And that voice isn’t me. [Final Section – band returns with controlled width] Cut the echo. Let it fall. I don’t need to answer every voice inside these walls. Cut the echo. Leave the space. Let my own words sound unfamiliar until they fit inside my face. I can doubt and still move forward. I can shake and still decide. I can hear the old recording without letting it become my life. [Male Rap – fragmented, fading] Not enough. [Female] Wrong voice. [Male] Stay small. [Female] Wrong choice. [Male] Don’t fail. [Female] I might. And I’ll still be mine. [Female – controlled chest-led release] Cut the echo before it sounds like me. I know the difference now. I know which voice to keep. [Outro – Bass note, guitar riff finally completes] [Vocal Chop – faint] “Not enough.” [Echo Kill] “Not—” [Silence] [Female – dry, calm] I am.
