[INTRO — distant choir through static | low industrial pulse, slow breathing sub] how do we bury what keeps stirring inside us [long metallic resonance] —not gone— [VERSE 1 — close mic, restrained | rhythmic but spacious] this engine of me fed by names I still answer to old shapes under speech old hands inside moves I carried them forward thinking it was my gift thinking it was mine [low choir enters beneath final line] [PRE-CHORUS — widening stereo | tension rising, not exploding] bone under skin voice was so sure... I held the weight until it learned my posture [sharp inhale] [CHORUS — operatic pressure, not release | layered female vocal + low chant doubles] the dead don’t leave they layer, and layer they harden into structure inside the frame inside the gesture inside this engine ... ... of me [low chant beneath] of me of me of me [INSTRUMENTAL — pounding industrial toms | distorted strings pulse in triplets | choir swells then cuts abruptly] [VERSE 2 — stronger cadence | grief turning mechanical] body to body thought to thought I built myself from what didn't rot every silence left as dream every loss rewired the machine I called it healing called it growth, a feeling unexplained while the chambers filled below my throat ribs pained [brief beat dropout] still stirring unh... eh... STILL STIRRING [PRE-CHORUS 2 — closer, more fractured | layered whispers lag behind lead] not memory not ghost pressure held too long, too close becomes [CHORUS — heavier percussion | wider choir | sharper vocal attack] the dead don’t leave they gather they settle into pattern inside my hands inside my pose inside the engine that answers for me not to me... [stacked chant] for me for me for me! [BRIDGE — near silence | low choir drone | intimate vocal] how many voices make a self how many losses make a line I kept them close to stay alive I kept their secret borrowed their spine [now harsher] and now they dare to speak! before I can even think! [BREAKDOWN — industrial collapse | double-kick pulse | screamed choral accents] BONE TO BONE NAME TO NAME STACK THEM HIGHER FEED THE FRAME [choir responds] still stirring still stirring [lead scream fractures] I CAN FEEL THEM UNDERNEATH MY BREAST writhing restless hungry [POST-BREAKDOWN — sudden restraint | single piano note repeating] I buried nothing and I built with it all [FINAL CHORUS — immense but exhausted | operatic lead fraying at edges] the dead don’t leave they grasp they bloom through the fractures inside the light inside the shelter inside this engine ... of me [choir widens into dissonant harmony] of me of me of me [OUTRO — collapsing choir | low static | whisper close to mic] how do we bury what still stirs when it moves like us on its own ... [choir cuts] [whimper gasp/sigh/cry] enh... [silence]
