Coming Back to the Skin v2 (Portastudio Mix) (Suno Exclusive)

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[Intro]
[Verse 1] The colors have cooled, the humming is gone I'm caught in the friction just before the dawn I search for the pattern, the map that was clear But all I can find is the sudden, sharp fear Of the texture of carpet, the chill of the air The weight of the atmosphere I wasn't prepared to bear. It started with tingling, a slow, cold release From the architecture of geometric peace.
[Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box.
[Solo]
[Verse 2] My hands are just heavy, my stiff limbs won't move Trapped in the shell of the life I disprove I fight for the memory, the truth I once held The feeling of freedom, completely excelled But the language is lost, the data corrupt The infinite wisdom, severely abrupt I'm left with the smear, the residue of light strange A shadow of knowing that's out of my range.
[Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box.
[Bridge] I try to draw them out, those perfect designs But all that appears are fragmented lines The celestial map turns to fading blueprints dim Just muscle memory settling back on the rim Of a meaningless structure that keeps falling apart The physical vessel, breaking the heart.
[Solo]
[Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box.

[Outro] The body is a cage... and I just got the key. Static on the channel... that's all that's left of me. The 30-minute paradox... to know everything and recall nothing.

[Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box.

[End with a slow, heavy, pulsing bass drum and a scratchy, high-frequency sound]

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[Intro] [Verse 1] The colors have cooled, the humming is gone I'm caught in the friction just before the dawn I search for the pattern, the map that was clear But all I can find is the sudden, sharp fear Of the texture of carpet, the chill of the air The weight of the atmosphere I wasn't prepared to bear. It started with tingling, a slow, cold release From the architecture of geometric peace. [Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box. [Solo] [Verse 2] My hands are just heavy, my stiff limbs won't move Trapped in the shell of the life I disprove I fight for the memory, the truth I once held The feeling of freedom, completely excelled But the language is lost, the data corrupt The infinite wisdom, severely abrupt I'm left with the smear, the residue of light strange A shadow of knowing that's out of my range. [Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box. [Bridge] I try to draw them out, those perfect designs But all that appears are fragmented lines The celestial map turns to fading blueprints dim Just muscle memory settling back on the rim Of a meaningless structure that keeps falling apart The physical vessel, breaking the heart. [Solo] [Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box. [Outro] The body is a cage... and I just got the key. Static on the channel... that's all that's left of me. The 30-minute paradox... to know everything and recall nothing. [Chorus] Now gravity returns like a hammer blow hard Leaving me broken, and mentally scarred The signal is weak, there's static on the channel wide As the self I remembered struggles back inside This jarring re-entry, the clumsy, slow pace Knowing the body is a cage with a familiar face It's the cruel, short circuit, the 30-minute paradox Where the infinite vision gets locked in a box. [End with a slow, heavy, pulsing bass drum and a scratchy, high-frequency sound]

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