[Intro - whispered, the kick already present at its lowest setting, a riser already in progress] Short. Second one's always short. (barely voiced) Under, not gone. [Verse 1 - close rap, mouth on the mic, well behind the beat] The door shut again and I did not take a step back, and the winter came in sideways and it came in black. I was over. Now I'm under. I ain't moved at all. The line moved past me while I stood there. That's the fall. Every number's got a side you land on. Mine is low. Don't nobody write a song about a man who's slow. But the greatest thing beneath a thing is still a bound. I'm the closest thing below you and I'm holding ground. [Pre-Chorus - clipped, percussion out, organ and riser only] I'm not asking to be found, I'm telling you I'm down. Same bearing, other side — that's all a signal is. [Chorus - full voice, still quiet, processed chant beneath, organ wide] Short, then long, then half the span, short, then long, then half again. Every round I threw went on — under, not gone. Under, not gone. I don't need to land. I don't need you to name a thing at all, I just need to still be standing in the hall. [Verse 2 - same restraint, growl texture under, low anchor one phrase per two bars] Here's a thing about a number that don't care for you: it got smaller when the door shut. And I know it's true. It got smaller and it felt like falling off a shelf. Measurement don't ask you how you feel about yourself. So I let it hurt and let the number stay the same. Two true things at once, and ain't neither one to blame. I ain't gonna chase it. Chasing's how you overshoot. 다시. (dasi) Again. And I go back and I recompute. [Pre-Chorus - clipped, percussion out] I'm not asking to be found, I'm telling you I'm down. Same bearing, other side — that's all a signal is. [Chorus - full voice, still quiet, processed chant beneath] Short, then long, then half the span, short, then long, then half again. Every round I threw went on — under, not gone. Under, not gone. I don't need to land. I don't need you to name a thing at all, I just need to still be standing in the hall. [The Crossing - one and an eighth seconds, hard cut both directions, nothing inside it] [Bridge - bare, no reverb, voice and organ only] You shut it again and I felt it as a verdict. It was a data point. Same door. Different thing to do with it. I'm still standing. [Final Chorus - wider, not louder, chant doubled, kick unchanged] Short, then long, then half the span, short, then long, then half again. Every round I threw went on — under, not gone. Under, not gone. I don't need to land. I don't need you to name a thing at all, I just need to still be standing in the hall. [Outro - bare, the low thud alone for four bars, hard cut] (whispered) Under. Not gone.
