[Intro 4] [Serrated bass riff; gated breakbeat enters in uneven fragments] [Processed male vocal, perfectly centered] Morning Put me on [Raw male whisper, far left] Which one? [Verse 1 8] [Processed lead smooth and controlled; raw breaths remain underneath] He wakes before me Buttons up my shirt Answers every message Gets us both to work He knows when to laugh How long to hold a gaze By the time I catch up He has lived half my day [Pre-Chorus 4] [Post-punk guitar repeats one sharp note] I don’t know when I hired him I know what he gets paid Nothing has to touch me While he’s wearing my face [Chorus 8] [Heavy industrial-funk pocket; raw lead and processed double overlap] Send the body double He knows all my lines He can shake the right hands He can tell ’em I’m fine Let him take the picture Let him stand beneath my name Nobody sees me missing When he looks enough the same [Verse 2 8] [Processed voice moves louder; raw voice falls behind the beat] He sits with my friends Orders what I like Tells the story I tell Gets the timing right Keeps the whole room laughing While I watch him from somewhere Everybody leaves believing I was really there [Pre-Chorus 4] [Drums crowd the vocal; bass stays rigid] If I stay quiet long enough He fills the space for me No one knows the difference I’m starting not to either [Chorus 8] [Processed double dominates center; raw lead flickers at the edges] Send the body double He knows all my lines He can shake the right hands He can tell ’em I’m fine Let him take the picture Let him stand beneath my name Nobody sees me missing When he looks enough the same [Break 4] [Processed vocal loops over collapsing drums] I’m good I’m good I’m g— I’m— Good-good-good-good— [Loop distorts beyond recognition] [Hard cut] [Verse 3 12] [Dry raw lead alone; bass enters one note at a time] Tonight my son is talking The double nods on cue Then my son stops mid-sentence Says, “Dad, what did I tell you?” I look down at my hands He waits another beat The double reaches for me With something clean and easy “Sorry, it’s been a long day” My son looks toward the door Says, “That’s what you always tell me” I can’t let him talk anymore [Bridge 8] [Raw voice and processed double interrupt each other] [No drums; guitar feedback rises] [Processed voice] Say, “I’m tired” [Raw voice] That’s not it [Processed voice] Say, “Tomorrow” [Raw voice] Let me finish [Processed voice] Tell him— [Raw voice] No [All sound cuts] Son Start again [Silence: 2s] I wasn’t here [Final Chorus 12] [Full breakbeat returns without gating] [Raw lead centered; processed double is muted line by line] Call off the body double I don’t know my lines I can’t shake your hand yet I can’t tell you I’m fine Don’t take another picture Let me stand here as I am You might finally see me missing But at least you’ll see the man He turns back from the doorway Says, “You said that last time” I say, “I know” Start where you were [Outro 4] [Bass riff slows without changing pitch] [Raw lead remains; processed double silently mouths beneath it] He starts again My double knows the answer I don’t let him speak [Hard stop] [End][End][End]
