(Tempo: 75 BPM ) ​[Intro Sparse piano melody, distant metallic hum, heavy sub-bass] Middle of the night, the house forgot to breathe, Sick enough to feel the floor collapse beneath. ​[Verse 1 - Quiet, whispered delivery over pulsating synth bass) Heavy footsteps echo down the quiet hall, Reached the bathroom door, then darkness swallowed all. Voices in the dark: β€œHey, are you okay?” Opened up my eyes, with nothing left to say. Ten seconds gone, or so they try to claimβ€” Felt like endless hours trapped inside the frame. ​[Pre-Chorus] ​(Building half-time drum beat, distorted sound effects) One of us remembers wrong, Or time is playing right along. ​[Chorus] ​(Explosive dynamic shift: Wall-of-sound distorted guitars and heavy synth bass) INCISION! Cut me open, look inside! Show me what I tried to hide! Ten seconds felt like centuriesβ€” Tell me who came back for me! INCISION! Break the skin and let me see, If this scar belonged to me, Who made that decision? ​[Verse 2] ​(Music drops to low sub-bass and intimate vocal) Fingers found the mark before my eyes could trace, Surgical and cold, a line across the place. Right side sliced and bruised, already turning pale, No weapon on the floor, no broken glass or nail. I stared into the glass until the mirror spoke, Asking who I was the second that I woke. ​[Pre-Chorus] ​(Whispered over rising industrial noise) "They tell me ten seconds passed..." "So why does the memory last?" "If mind and body disagree..." "...what's left of me?" ​[Chorus] ​(Full wall-of-sound industrial explosion) INCISION! Cut me open, look inside! Show me what I tried to hide! Ten seconds felt like centuriesβ€” Tell me who came back for me! INCISION! Break the skin and let me see, If this scar belonged to me, Who made that decision? ​[Bridge] ​(Heavy crushing drums, distorted synths, intense gritty vocal) Call it a dream, call it a fevered nightmare night, Call it a blackout, anything to make it right! My skin remembers what my mind can never read, Explain the missing time, explain the way I bleed! Some questions never fade away... They scar, they stay. ​[Final Chorus] ​(Maximum energy, layered distorted backing vocals) INCISION! Cut me open, look inside! Show me what I tried to hide! Ten seconds felt like centuriesβ€” Tell me who came back for me! INCISION! Break the skin and let me see, If this scar belonged to me, Who made that decision? ​[Outro] ​(Guitar decay, minimal piano pattern, quiet echo) Every morning brings the mark back to my view, The only witness here whose story stays true. If it was ten seconds on the bathroom floor... Why did something heal before I reached the door? ​(Soft whisper) One hand on my pulse... The other on the scar. Still wondering who we are. ​(Fade to total silence)