[INTRO — PIANO / PENCIL SCRATCH / LOW BASS] [WHISPER] Look what I made. [VOICE — DISTANT] Enough. [PENCIL STOPS] [VERSE 1 — TIGHT GROOVE] Small hands drew a crooked castle beneath a mossfire sky. Towers leaning sideways, daring gravity to try. A winding path disappeared beneath the stone. Black flowers split the cracks and claimed them as their own. A hidden passage curled beneath the castle floor. The raven watched the highest tower like it knew there was more. One wing finished. One wing waiting. [LOW ECHO] Waiting... [PRE-CHORUS — BASS RISE] Ideas gathered behind her eyes. Hidden places. Hidden paths. Whole worlds breathing between the lines. [VOICE — DISTANT] What's the point? [BEAT CUT] [VERSE 2 — GROOVE RETURNS] Years moved forward. The castle stayed. Leaning towers. Faded shades. The raven never left that crooked height. One dark wing. One waiting flight. She stopped reaching for the pencil. Stopped opening the colors. Buried strange little worlds beneath the noise of others. [VOICE — DISTANT] Leave it. [LOW ECHO] Leave it... But imagination doesn't die. It learns. It hides. It waits. Behind the eyes. Under the ribs. Inside the hand that remembers every line. [WHISPER LAYER] Every line... [PRE-CHORUS — BUILD] Somewhere underneath the silence— something is moving. [LOW HARMONY] Moving... The castle still stands. [CHORUS — FULL GROOVE] I left the castle unfinished— but it never left me. Crooked towers. Hidden passages. Black flowers climbing free. I left the colors fading— but they stayed inside. And that raven— still above me— with one unfinished side. [HIGH ECHO] One side... [VERSE 3 — BASS-HEAVY] Years later— yellowed paper. Faded graphite. There it is. Still crooked. Still alive. That hidden passage beneath the stone. Those impossible paths I somehow knew alone. And the raven— still waiting. [WHISPER] Still waiting... I remember those hands. Small. Fearless. Building somewhere I could belong. [HARMONY] Somewhere I could belong... Before I learned to make myself smaller. [BRIDGE — PIANO / VOCAL] I touch the pencil. And suddenly— I remember. The crooked towers weren't wrong. The strange colors weren't wrong. The winding paths weren't wrong. The girl wasn't wrong. [PAUSE] Unfinished— wasn't failure. [LOW WHISPER] It was interrupted. [BUILD — BASS ENTERS] So I pick up the pencil. [SOFT ECHO] Pick it up... I don't erase the crooked lines. I don't straighten the towers. I don't apologize for the darkness. I follow where her pencil leads. [DRUMS ENTER] Hidden staircase. Hidden passage. Black flowers climbing. Raven waiting. [PAUSE] Give it wings. [HIGH ECHO] Wings... [CHORUS — FULL POWER / CONTROLLED VOCAL] Let the mossfire rain fall. Let the crooked castle stand. Let the leaning towers reach wherever they want. Let the hidden pathways wind beneath the stone. Let the black flowers take back what they own. And let that raven— leave the tower. [HARMONY] Fly... [LEAD] Fly. [LAYERS] Fly... [POST-CHORUS — RHYTHMIC] Two wings. Two wings. No permission. No permission. [LOW] No permission. [FINAL VERSE — DRIVING] I see her. I see me. I see everything she tried to leave. Not empty. Building. Not silent. Creating. Not unfinished. [PAUSE] Interrupted. [BEAT DROP] [CHILD + ADULT] Never again. [FINAL CHORUS — FULL GROOVE] I left the castle unfinished— now watch me draw the rest. Crooked towers. Hidden passages. Black flowers on my chest. Mossfire spilling through the paper sky. That raven isn't waiting— [HARMONY] It's already flying. [DRUM + GUITAR HIT] I don't erase the crooked lines. I don't straighten what I am. I don't put the pencil down. [ALL VOCALS — CONTROLLED] Not again. [FINAL HOOK — LAYERED] Two wings. One raven. Open sky. No cage. No silence. No shrinking. [BUILD] The little girl who put the pencil down— [WHISPER] Picks it up... [HARMONY] Picks it up... [LEAD — POWERFUL, MELODIC] And creates. [HARD STOP] [PENCIL SCRATCH] [CHILD — SOFT] Look what I made. [ADULT — WARM] I see it. [PENCIL SCRATCH]
