[Verse 1 — soft, distant] Every line is clean and straight Nothing here can bend or break Perfect light across my face But it doesn’t leave a trace I can see through everything Every hollow offering All the shapes I used to trust Turn to something made of dust [Pre-Chorus — first unease] It looks like what I needed But I don’t feel it [Chorus — airy, detached with a buried crack] In this glass cathedral Everything is see-through Every word is equal Nothing here is true I can stand inside it Watch the light divide it But I don’t feel anything— (low, strained) …what the hell is this? [Verse 2 — more aware] Every echo comes back clean Nothing means what it should mean I can say the words out loud But they never reach me now All the angles, all the light Built to keep it looking right Every answer placed in line But none of them are mine [Pre-Chorus — tension rising] I thought this was enough But it isn’t [Chorus — fuller, cracks widening] In this glass cathedral Everything is see-through Every word is equal Nothing here is true I can stand inside it Watch the light divide it But I don’t feel anything— (sharper, almost breaking) nothing here is fucking real [Bridge — controlled → rupture → control] (soft) There’s no weight, no consequence No difference between wrong or sense (sudden strained burst) WHY—CAN’T—I—FEEL—THIS (back to quiet) If I break it, would it change… (low, shaky) …or stay the same [Final Chorus — tension under the surface] In this glass cathedral Everything is see-through Every word is equal Nothing here is true I can stand inside it Watch the light divide it But I don’t feel anything Inside it [Outro — leading into Sever] (quiet, resolved) If this is all there is… (small break in voice) …I don’t want it
