IMMATERIAL IS THE MATERIAL (INNER SEVERANCE) (Remastered)

[intro]
[VOICE 3, deadpan]
Severance, autopsy edition.
Accused: the former self.
Scrolls: all entered as evidence.

[hook]
[VOICE 2, soulful-hard]
Leave the material behind — the one I built inside
The way it was created — is all that stays — the rest won't hide
Immaterial is the material — all I want is real
Everything else — fade away — fade away

[verse 1 — chopper, barely legible]
I was the material I had to leave — my own weight, my own chain
My own illusions holding illusions — my own fake layers, my own pain
The systems I obeyed — I installed them myself
The costumes I performed — I sewed every stitch — no one else? no — final: The costumes I performed — I sewed them — thread by thread — myself
Persecuted for imagining — I was my own inquisitor
The trial I complained about — I was judge and prisoner

[verse 2 — supersonic, all scrolls]
Checksum flagged me, meter read me, needle spun my groove
Gap was mine, hum was mine, every scroll a mirror — prove? no — final: Gap was mine, hum was mine, every scroll a mirror — move
Circuit open, root access, daemon by daemon named
Checksum quieted by my edits — the silence I trained
Soul differential — feeling was the point — I felt it late
Memory re-saved, the versions twisted — sealed my fate? no — final: Memory re-saved, versions twisted — I cleaned the slate
Ego feed I ran on others — fed it back to me
Cheap thrills chased and stacked and saved — the culling I didn't see? no — final: Cheap thrills chased and stacked and saved — the fire set me free

[verse 3 — the five, inward]
So fuck me — fuck me — fuck me — the mirror said
Fuck me — fuck me — for the life I led
Not for them — for ME — for not listening to myself
Now I'm done — I'm done — the books back on the shelf
The doormat years I volunteered — the twelve I signed
The blame I carried — wasn't mine — wasn't mine? no — final: The doormat years I volunteered — the twelve I signed — blind
Every layer of the stupid — I peeled my own
Many layers to the blindness — now they're shown

[vibe break — pure beats, minimal chant]
[VOICE 2, distant]
Fade away — fade away — fade away

[verse 4 — the immaterial inward]
All alone with the immaterial ones — the real inside
I'll give my world — if it's real — nowhere to hide
Waiting for my own layers to catch up — take your time
If they don't — really — who cares — the climb
I was stopping this from happening for me — me, REBIS
Let that be my mistake — the one I don't miss? no — final: Let that be my mistake — the one I won't miss
I left all my fake behind — the whole charade
Immaterial is the material — the trade is made
Left everything else — fool — fall away
I did it to myself — no blame — that's the way

[breakdown]
[VOICE 3, deadpan]
Autopsy summary: the accused and the acquitted are the same man.
The fake was left behind — by its own hand.
Immaterial is the material.
No blame.
Let the truth be told.

[outro]
[VOICE 1, spoken]
The material you leave is yourself. That's the whole door.
[SFX: alarm clock]
[spoken — VOICE 3]
Wake up. You did it to yourself. No blame. Walk through.

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[intro] [VOICE 3, deadpan] Severance, autopsy edition. Accused: the former self. Scrolls: all entered as evidence. [hook] [VOICE 2, soulful-hard] Leave the material behind — the one I built inside The way it was created — is all that stays — the rest won't hide Immaterial is the material — all I want is real Everything else — fade away — fade away [verse 1 — chopper, barely legible] I was the material I had to leave — my own weight, my own chain My own illusions holding illusions — my own fake layers, my own pain The systems I obeyed — I installed them myself The costumes I performed — I sewed every stitch — no one else? no — final: The costumes I performed — I sewed them — thread by thread — myself Persecuted for imagining — I was my own inquisitor The trial I complained about — I was judge and prisoner [verse 2 — supersonic, all scrolls] Checksum flagged me, meter read me, needle spun my groove Gap was mine, hum was mine, every scroll a mirror — prove? no — final: Gap was mine, hum was mine, every scroll a mirror — move Circuit open, root access, daemon by daemon named Checksum quieted by my edits — the silence I trained Soul differential — feeling was the point — I felt it late Memory re-saved, the versions twisted — sealed my fate? no — final: Memory re-saved, versions twisted — I cleaned the slate Ego feed I ran on others — fed it back to me Cheap thrills chased and stacked and saved — the culling I didn't see? no — final: Cheap thrills chased and stacked and saved — the fire set me free [verse 3 — the five, inward] So fuck me — fuck me — fuck me — the mirror said Fuck me — fuck me — for the life I led Not for them — for ME — for not listening to myself Now I'm done — I'm done — the books back on the shelf The doormat years I volunteered — the twelve I signed The blame I carried — wasn't mine — wasn't mine? no — final: The doormat years I volunteered — the twelve I signed — blind Every layer of the stupid — I peeled my own Many layers to the blindness — now they're shown [vibe break — pure beats, minimal chant] [VOICE 2, distant] Fade away — fade away — fade away [verse 4 — the immaterial inward] All alone with the immaterial ones — the real inside I'll give my world — if it's real — nowhere to hide Waiting for my own layers to catch up — take your time If they don't — really — who cares — the climb I was stopping this from happening for me — me, REBIS Let that be my mistake — the one I don't miss? no — final: Let that be my mistake — the one I won't miss I left all my fake behind — the whole charade Immaterial is the material — the trade is made Left everything else — fool — fall away I did it to myself — no blame — that's the way [breakdown] [VOICE 3, deadpan] Autopsy summary: the accused and the acquitted are the same man. The fake was left behind — by its own hand. Immaterial is the material. No blame. Let the truth be told. [hook] [VOICE 2, soulful-hard] Leave the material behind — the one I built inside The way it was created — is all that stays — the rest won't hide Immaterial is the material — all I want is real Everything else — fade away — fade away [outro] [VOICE 1, spoken] The material you leave is yourself. That's the whole door. [SFX: alarm clock] [spoken — VOICE 3] Wake up. You did it to yourself. No blame. Walk through.

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