[Intro – Spoken] They call it forgetting… But I saw what really happened to them. [Verse 1 – R&B] They woke up with fingerprints on their soul, Movin’ like somebody else took control. Dreams feel heavy, like they’re not theirs, Past keeps slippin’ through the vacant air. Whispers in the back of their skull, Like somebody pressed pause, somebody hit pull. They remember things they never lived through, Memories borrowed—nothing feels true. [Pre-Chorus] They keep losin’ track of what’s real— Feels like someone else is at the wheel. They say it’s age, but that ain’t what it is… Something divine been sleepin’ in their ribs. [Chorus] Angels in their body like a tenant, Used them ‘til the mission was finished. Left them with echoes, static in their mental— World calls it dementia, but it’s more than incidental. Shards of heaven cuttin’ through their mind, Touch of the divine but they’re left behind. When the halo leaves, what’s left of them? Just a ghost in their own memory. [Verse 2 – Rap] They descend like surgeons, precise with the purpose, Slip inside a human, make a person feel worthless. Hijack the heartbeat, ride it like a freeway, Fightin’ off demons in a war they won’t replay. Then they vanish—mission done, gone in the daylight, Leaving them with fragments of somebody else fight. Faces they remember that they’ve never really met, Moments they can picture that ain’t happened to them yet. What’s a mind when heaven comes to borrow? What’s a life when you wake inside the sorrow? Doctors take notes, but they’ll never understand— Holy interference breaks the strongest human plan. [Pre-Chorus] They keep losin’ pieces they can’t get back, Pages missing like they ripped out the track. Call it a breakdown, but the truth is colder… It’s the weight of the wings that lived in their shoulder. [Chorus] Angels in their body like a tenant, Used them ‘til the mission was finished. Left them with echoes, static in their mental— World calls it dementia, but it’s more than incidental. Shards of heaven cuttin’ through their mind, Touch of the divine but they’re left behind. When the halo leaves, what’s left of them? Just a ghost in their own memory. [Bridge – R&B] If you look in their eyes you’ll see the light they left, A little bit of heaven in the human wreck. Not broken… just emptied out, A vessel that the angels learned to live without. [Outro] Call it disease, but it’s just the cost Of bein’ found by heaven… And then bein’ lost.
