[Instrumental Intro: Vinyl static, ticking clock, fragmented film projector sound] [Verse 1: Spoken word, dry and cold] Eyes, nose, mouth, a cut-out outline The memory film scored up with scissors A soup beside me, a coffin’s shadow, a man’s eyes Meaning is only what falls through the gap and starts to grow [Pre-Chorus: Rising tension, granular glitch] Cut, paste, slice, and stitch Two images colliding head-on The border melts, changing shape [Chorus: Distorted synths, surging cinematic strings] Montage, a truth sewn together Somebody who doesn’t exist now has a face with edges Gestalt, becoming one at the brink of collapse An apparition rising from the sea of noise [Drop / Instrumental Break: Radical montage of sound] [Cut-up sample collision: Battleship horns, ticking, glass shatter, tape rewind] [Verse 2: Whispering vocals, fast-paced] Broken tokens, deep in the underlayer Pareidolia lit in the ruins of assemblage What you’re looking at is A fragment, or a lie from the brain [Bridge: Half-spoken, pulse dropping out] Still tracing that twisted outline with my fingers A face you thought you knew comes back under a different name Beyond the pieces I cut out Only the real outline hurts, coming in late [Chorus: Full arrangement, emotive and dark] Montage, a truth sewn together Somebody who doesn’t exist now has a face with edges Gestalt, becoming one at the brink of collapse An apparition rising from the sea of noise [Outro: Minimal ambient fade-out, isolated reverse piano] The cut-and-paste night closes quietly [Fade out] [End]
