[Intro: A deep, vibrating sub-bass, felt more than heard. A fragile, distant piano enters, playing a simple, 3-note melancholic melody. A slow, digital "heartbeat" (kick, crackle, snare) fades in.] [A single, processed backing vocal, stuttering like a damaged file] (re-re-re-remember...) [Verse 1: The beat, bass, and piano lock into their hypnotic, frozen groove. The main vocal is cold, close-mic'd, and auto-tuned.] The air is scrubbed and filtered (her name... her name...) But I still smell the rain. The screen is pure white static (a face... a place...) But I saw a shape I knew. The signal's clean and perfect (a song... so wrong...) But a melody broke through. [Refrain: The beat and piano continue. The sub-bass swells slightly in volume. The vocal is a hushed, melodic, processed whisper.] The face is right. The eyes are clear. But the one I was... He isn't here. [Verse 2: A high, shimmering, reversed synth pad enters, sounding like ice forming. The "ghost" vocals become more defined.] I saw my reflection (not you... not you...) In the polished chrome. The suit was clean, the shape was right (all alone... not your home...) But the smile was not my own. It was standing in the lobby, (the blue... the coat...) Wearing my old coat. [Refrain: The groove continues. The sub-bass swells, a little stronger. The ice pad is more present.] The face is right. The eyes are clear. But the one I was... He isn't here. [Bridge (The Glitch): The beat stops. The sub-bass and piano glitch, stutter, and de-tune, as if the track is skipping. A flood of processed, overlapping vocal samples (the "ghost choir") rushes in, singing chaotic fragments from the previous songs.] [Main vocal, a repeated, panicked, auto-tuned whisper] This isn't logical. This isn't logical. [Ghost Choir (overlapping, chaotic): (...the attic...) (...her name...) (...the concrete...) (...so much better than myself...) (...the light was always...) (...shut your mouth...)] [Instrumental Break: The "glitch" cuts off. Total silence for one beat. Then the sub-bass slams back in, louder and deeper than before. The piano melody returns, now run through a heavy, watery chorus pedal. The "heartbeat" groove is just the kick, isolated and heavy.] [Verse 3 (The Acceptance): The heavy, watery groove continues. The main vocal is cold, clear, and declarative. The moment of terrible realization.] The cleanse was not complete. The handicap is... shifting. I can hear the buzzer in my head, But my thoughts keep drifting. It’s not a bug. It’s not a feature. It’s just... incomplete. [Outro: The beat and piano fade out over four bars, leaving only the deep sub-bass and the icy synth pad.] [The "ghost choir" returns, no longer chaotic, but singing a cold, clear, 3-part "gospel" harmony. It is the sound of the ghost fully formed, co-existing with the new self.] (The face is right) (The eyes are clear) (But the one he was...) (He isn't here) (The one he was...) (He isn't here) [The sub-bass and ice pad fade to silence.]
