[Verse 1] I line the cups by size Count the tiles twice Tap the doorframe three times Just to feel right If the chain hangs crooked I can't walk by Got a small voice pulling At the back of my mind [Pre-Chorus] One more loop One more sign If I break it now Will I be fine? [Chorus] Salt on my hands, I keep coming back Salt on my hands, I can’t leave the track I know it’s a cage Still I trace it back Salt on my hands, I keep coming back (coming back) [Verse 2] Same red mug on the counter Same shoes at the door I swear I don’t need it Then I do one more The little rules grow teeth When the room goes still And the itch in my chest says “Run the check, be still” [Pre-Chorus] One more loop One more sign If I stop this now Will I lose my mind? [Chorus] Scabs on my hands, I keep coming back Scabs on my hands, I can’t leave the track I know it should close Still I pick it back Scabs on my hands, I keep coming back (coming back) [Bridge] I’m tired of the tally Tired of the lock Tired of begging tomorrow To hold the clock If you take my hands Would you keep them still? Would you stay right there When the urge starts to spill? [Instrumental Build – escalating tension, no vocals] [gradual intensity increase, layered instrumentation begins] [rhythmic repetition increases, tension building, no reset] [add lead motif gradually, sparse at first, growing urgency] [percussion intensifies, forward motion only, no breakdown] [Polyrhythmic Drum Solo] [complex interlocking rhythms, shifting accents and time feel] [tribal / mechanical hybrid groove, escalating density] [no melodic resolution, continuous drive toward final chorus] [Chorus – maximum intensity, no reset] Scars on my hands, I keep coming back Scars on my hands, I’m built on this track I know it won’t close Still I pull it back Scars on my hands, I keep coming back (coming back – full intensity, layered instruments, no drop or reset) Scars on my hands, I keep coming back
