“Don’t clap yet.” “I haven’t decided if you’re safe.” “I can see you checking your phones.” “That’s fine.” “I would too.” “But if you record this… it records you back.” [VERSE 1 ] I don’t perform anymore… I observe reactions… Every face in here is a mirror with instructions… Some of you already felt me before I spoke… That wasn’t imagination… that was overlap broke… I came in here split… not emotionally… structurally… There’s too many versions of me standing comfortably… And I didn’t bring them… they followed response… To the way your attention started collapsing at once… [AUDIENCE INTERACTION BREAK] “Raise your hand if you feel normal right now.” “Good.” “That means it’s working.” [HOOK] H3-XX3D … don’t look too long in my eyes… I don’t stay in one place when the mind divides… H3-XX3D… I don’t arrive, I overwrite… Every room I enter learns a different kind of night… [VERSE 2] I’ve been inside reflections that didn’t belong to glass… Standing behind people before they even asked… Some of you are hearing me slightly delayed… That’s not the mic… that’s your perception frayed… If you feel uncomfortable, don’t leave yet… I want to see how long you pretend you forget… Because I don’t need to chase anybody down… I just stay in the silence after the sound… “I think one of you is me.” “No.” “Not think.” “Know.” H3-XX3D… I’m not inside your mind by chance… I was already here before the room learned stance… H3-XX3D… don’t look away when I speak… Because I don’t stop when the signal gets weak… “Now leave…” “But don’t all go the same way.” “If you see yourself outside… don’t follow it.”