Verse 1 There’s a meeting in the hallway I wasn’t invited to attend Transparency becomes a weapon When the truth depends on who it bends Every sentence split in three ways Every story passed around Information masquerading As connection breaking down Pre-Chorus The room is full of open doors But none of them are mine Chorus (soft choir beneath) This is triangulation A circle with no center Voices ricochet like bullets Through a fractured family structure Say it’s honesty, say it’s trust But it feels like slow erasure When the narrative excludes the source And calls the silence “failure” (Choir echoes: erasure… erasure…) Verse 2 Authority without a boundary Permissiveness disguised as peace Chaos grows where lines aren’t drawn And consequences never reach Language sharpens into labels Names replace the nuance of pain Once you brand the heart as “selfish” You don’t have to hear it again Pre-Chorus If I react, I’m unstable If I withdraw, I’m cold Chorus (stronger drums) This is triangulation A system feeding on division Shared confidences create A quiet form of supervision Power hides behind “retirement” Control behind “being real” But dependence grows in shadows Where consent was never sealed Bridge (music strips down — almost spoken) When one voice becomes the villain The structure feels secure Scapegoats make convenient answers To dynamics immature Call it love. Call it truth. Call it something safe and kind. But isolation has a pattern — And patterns leave a mind confined. (Choir rises gradually) Final Chorus (full, controlled but powerful) This is triangulation A system out of balance When transparency excludes It isn’t strength — it’s silence I am not the distortion In a room designed to spin If the structure needs a scapegoat Then the structure’s paper thin (Choir sustained note) Outro (quiet, almost clinical) A circle has no center When the center is removed.
