[Intro – instrumental, slow build] (Atmospheric synths, distant guitar swells, faint tape hiss, slow pulsing bass) [Instrumental Passage] (No vocals. Let it feel vast, uneasy, drifting.) [Verse – enters late, soft and intimate] I met myself in a corridor Selling pieces of my voice He said, “You’re free to choose your cage As long as you call it choice.” They sold us the echo And called it a voice. [Instrumental Interlude] (Guitar echoes, swelling synths, slow rhythmic pulse) [Refrain – minimal, haunting, repeatable] We are not awake We are only told Learning how to move Where we’re sold [Instrumental Expansion] (Long, evolving section—let it feel like floating through a void) [Verse – enters late, soft and intimate] I met myself in a corridor Selling pieces of my voice He said, “You’re free to choose your cage As long as you call it choice.” They sold us the echo And called it a voice. [Instrumental Breakdown] (Stripped-down—bass pulse, soft synth, distant textures) [Refrain – slower, emptier] We are not awake We are only told Learning how to move Where we’re sold [Outro – instrumental fade] (Slow dissolve into ambience, echoing guitar, fading synths)
