[Intro — signal bleed] (BABD — low, fractured, underneath) —incursion detected— —identity overlap at 32%— —… do not trust the voice— (THIEF — whisper, close mic): I already have her trust [Verse 1 — ISOLDEN / THIEF bleed] (ISOLDEN) Streetlight flickers—timing’s wrong Air tastes like a cut wire song THIEF: (overlapping last word) —song you used to hum with him— ISOLDEN: Don’t. Not his voice. Not his skin. THIEF: You remember how he said your name? Soft enough to make you stay? BABD: (interrupting, staccato) —voiceprint mismatch— —emotional bait— —terminate hesitation— [Pre-Chorus — tightening overlap] THIEF: I can be whoever you need Just don’t make this hurt ISOLDEN: (cutting through) You already did BABD: —strike window opening— —now now now— [Chorus — triple-layer collision] ISOLDEN: I cut through the dream you stole THIEF: (simultaneous, seductive) You cut through yourself BABD: (under, rhythmic pulse) —sever thread—sever thread— ISOLDEN: You don’t get to wear her face THIEF: She wore it first ISOLDEN: (harder) Not like this BABD: —identity corruption rising— ISOLDEN: I’ll break every lie you weave THIEF: (laughing softly) I am what you believe [Verse 2 — escalation] THIEF: (clearer now, stronger) Look closer— I kept them safe for you Every voice you ever lost (layered whispers of names beneath) ISOLDEN: You don’t keep— You consume BABD: —semantic distortion confirmed— —entity feeds on recall— THIEF: (sharper) Then recall me properly Say my name like you used to ISOLDEN: (beat… then cold) I never knew it [Break — Veil rupture moment] (sound drops out, then floods) BABD: (glitching harder) —VEIL BREACH— —MULTIPLE FORMS— —FOCUS— THIEF: (splitting into multiple voices) We can be all of them The girl you were before the fracture ISOLDEN: (through it, strained but steady) You’re noise You’re hunger You’re not them [Bridge — emotional knife twist] THIEF: (quiet, almost real) What if I am the part they left in you? (brief silence) BABD: (soft for once) —that statement is false— —…but effective— ISOLDEN: (low, dangerous) Yeah It almost was [Final Chorus — domination shift] ISOLDEN: (rising) I cut through the dream you stole THIEF: (fading, destabilizing) You’ll dream me back— BABD: (louder, aligning with Isolden) —thread collapsing— ISOLDEN: You don’t get to haunt my dead THIEF: (breaking) They’re not dead in here— ISOLDEN: (final strike) Not anymore BABD + ISOLDEN:(sync for first time) —SEVER— [Outro — signal stabilizing] (silence… then a clean tone) BABD: (clear, almost human) —entity removed— —Isolden… you remained— (faint residual whisper of THIEF, barely there) for now
