Weight of Becoming

[Intro] (low, echoing whispers — cymbals swell) Fall inward... Through the pull of all I’ve carried. [Verse 1] In the hollow space between my thoughts, Echoes bend the light I’ve lost. The self devours the self again, A spiral wound, an ancient sin. [Pre-Chorus] Hands in the dirt, I feel the hum — A pulse beneath what I’ve become. Every fracture, every scar, Maps the shape of who we are. [Chorus] The weight of becoming pulls me under, Silent storms of inner thunder. I sink, I stretch, I break, I mend, No beginning, and no end. The gravity of form, of flesh, of fear, Whispers the truth I never hear. [Instrumental / Solo] (discordant harmonics, rhythmic delay — meditative chaos) [Verse 2] I taste the iron in the air I breathe, Fragments of gods beneath my teeth. Each thought, a tether — each word, a chain, Holding the ghost inside my brain. [Pre-Chorus] Hands in the dirt, I feel the hum — A pulse beneath what I’ve become. Every fracture, every scar, Maps the shape of who we are. [Chorus] The weight of becoming pulls me under, Silent storms of inner thunder. I sink, I stretch, I break, I mend, No beginning, and no end. The gravity of form, of flesh, of fear, Whispers the truth I never hear. [Bridge] (instrumental builds, voice layered with delay) Let go... of everything I’ve known. Let go... of the weight, the stone. In stillness, I descend — To rise without an end. [Solo] (melancholy, clean delay tone that builds to distortion) [Final Chorus] The weight of becoming pulls me under, Silent storms of inner thunder. I sink, I stretch, I break, I mend, No beginning, and no end. The gravity of form, of flesh, of fear, Whispers the truth I never hear.