[Verse 1] What did you expect but a— Culminative upshot of brooding clash upon clash of waves? Having spent so long mistaking what rests unseen For something therefore absent What did you expect but—uh Terror in the eyes of those morose faces you evade? As though — looking elsewhere had ever altered What waited behind them How long, once the surface has become a rumor? Does any of us keep swimming toward it? And if the distance grows While everybody above continues living on normally At what point does the effort itself become ridiculous? Is there Closure for the ones who never get to the surface?! Or does closure require an arrival A body accounted for A conclusion respectable enough to repeat afterward Is there Anybody there that hears the deafening silence?! Anybody there who, hearing nothing Might wonder what had to happen For nothing to become this loud? [Refrain] What did you expect but a Culminative upshot When so much had nowhere convincing to go What did you expect but—uh This eventual distortion After years spent forcing what hurt Into shapes acceptable to whoever happened to be watching Look again [Verse 2] While one part of me keeps making the appropriate movements Somewhere much farther down Something has already ceased negotiating How neatly the day continues around it People actually finish sentences Schedules open on smiley faces Someone laughs from another bay And the whole arrangement acquires the indecency Of looking perfectly functional Perhaps that is how a person disappears most completely By remaining visible long enough For visibility to become confused with presence And meanwhile What could possibly be offered as evidence Still answering lips Reaching hands when required by the lucky Enough ordinary movement to invalidate the depth of it [Refrain] What did you expect but a Culminative upshot When so much had nowhere convincing to go What did you expect but—uh This eventual distortion After years spent forcing what hurt Into shapes acceptable to whoever happened to be watching Look again [Hook] The expression came late Whatever made it Didn’t really go through [Bridge] If somebody finally leaned over the cusp Would they recognize what they were seeing? Or spend the first few minutes deciding Whether the hole was really that deep? Would they ask how I got there Who put me there Whether I had misjudged the distance? (While I am still down here) [Breakdown] Anybody there to pull me up the desolate hole? Anybody capable of reaching first And thinking “how” afterward Because somewhere between being seen And being believed Entire years have already gone missing And I have grown tired Of supplying subtitles to the obvious [Final Movement] What did you expect? Having watched the same waters gather Then acted in disbelief when they became enough Having passed those morose faces Again And again With the practiced little leniency of looking elsewhere Is there closure For the ones who never get to the surface?! Is there anybody there That hears the deafening silence Before it has to become unbearable enough to qualify as sound Anybody there to pull me up? Anybody there? Anybody— [Outro] If there is a surface May it come closer For once 🔏 © 2026 Eclectic Whiz
