[Intro – low wind, slow heartbeat, distant howls fading in and out] (whispered, fragmented) …hunt… …no… …don’t… (faint chant) “Meminit… sed deficit…” (It remembers… but fades…) ⸻ [Verse 1 – restrained, almost numb] It walks the paths it once would claim A body bound without a name The forest parts, but does not guide No root will take it when it dies It circles prey it used to chase Pauses there… forgets the face Something inside begins to pull But something else… is breaking loose ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – tension, breath unstable] It knows this shape… it knows this need… But something whispers… do not feed… ⸻ [Chorus – heavy, tragic, slow power] 🐺 I STARVE BECAUSE I REMEMBER 🐺 A hunt that turned to something wrong A life that lingered far too long I feel the pull, I feel the call But I refuse… I refuse it all 🐺 I STARVE BECAUSE I REMEMBER 🐺 Though memory slips from what I am I hold the line… I barely can Before I fade, before I bend I choose the hunger… to the end ⸻ [Verse 2 – more fractured, identity slipping] It kneels beside what should be meat Its jaws still warm, but won’t repeat The act that once defined its breath Now tastes like something worse than death Its ribs emerge, its steps grow thin The war is no longer out—but within It tries to recall what changed that day… But thought begins to drift away ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – layered, fading voices] There was a line… it crossed… it knows… But where it was… no longer shows… ⸻ [Chorus – more desperate, cracking] 🐺 I STARVE BECAUSE I REMEMBER 🐺 Or maybe just the shape of shame A ghost of what I cannot name I feel the hunger claw my skin But I will never feed again 🐺 I STARVE BECAUSE I REMEMBER 🐺 Though mind and meaning fall apart Something still remains in heart A final thread I cannot sever… …or maybe I forget it… forever… ⸻ [Bridge – slow, hollow, identity collapsing] (almost spoken, fading) I… was… …a hunter… (pause… longer…) …was I…? (low choir rising, distant) “Deficit… deficit…” (It fades… it fades…) ⸻ [Breakdown – heavy, dragging, minimal words] HUNT — FORGOT NAME — IS NOT FLESH — ROT …STILL… I… STOP… ⸻ [Final Chorus – last strength, then slipping] 🐺 I STARVE BECAUSE I REMEMBER 🐺 Or something close to what was me A fractured, fading memory Before it’s gone… before I end… I will not hunt… I will not bend 🐺 I STARVE… I… I… REMEMBER… 🐺 (voice breaking) …what… did I… …remember…? ⸻ [Outro – wind only, faint movement in distance] (barely audible) …step… …step… …step…
