[Verse 1] Behold the cross of streets that nightly weeps, where stands a box the dying silence keeps. No wire binds it, yet it wakes the air— a ghostly phone that curls in throats of fear. And should it ring, the timid soul shall know a reckoning that follows where they go. [Break – whispered] Hark… it tolls… a fractured note… a trembling knell in mortal throat… [Chorus] O strange phone, that speaks with mine own tongue, unmasking sins no shadow left unsung. Thou ring’st for me— for me alone— and all I fled returns in weighted stone. O phone that binds my soul in vow, what must I answer now? [Verse 2] I lift the horn; the breath I hear is mine, yet aged, yet wise, as though from distant time. It whispers all I dared not ever see, and names the truths that break the heart from me. Two paths arise—one dark, one pale with light— yet both demand I step beyond my fright. [Break – low, trembling] Choose… or stay… what price… to pay… Thy voice is mine— yet torn away… [Final Chorus] O phone that tolls within my chest, that stirs the graves of choices long at rest. Reveal, condemn, or loose my tethered breath— for judgment walks with neither life nor death. O phone that bids my spirit bow, speak once… and strike me now. [Outro – fading like distance] If thou dost ring, the truth hath found its way. If thou dost ring… the soul hath lost its stay.
