[Intro — distant piano, low cosmic drone] Before the first light learned to burn, before the wheel of heaven turned, there was no distance, there was no night— only One, with nowhere left to hide. [Verse 1 — restrained, intimate] No hand above Him, no world below, no foreign place that He could go. Nothing to conquer, nothing to prove, nothing outside Him left to lose. So maybe creation wasn't a birth, maybe the wound came first. One became many, whole became torn, and we called the pieces stars being born. [Pre-Chorus — drums enter] Every sun spends what it was given. Every world gives up its heat. Everything that fights to keep living pays the dark with every beat. [Chorus — huge, melodic] Maybe this is how God went quiet— not all at once, but piece by piece. Every star another light extinguished, every heartbeat buying peace. We call it life because we're inside it. We call it time because it moves. Maybe the universe is only dying in every way a universe can lose. [Post-Chorus — stripped back] Still spreading out. Still cooling down. Still bleeding light without a sound. [Verse 2 — beat heavier, wider] A stone holds tight to being stone. A seed breaks earth to claim its own. The blood says run, the roots say grow, every little thing keeps saying no. But suns burn fuel to stay alive, and living things consume to survive. Every act that holds decay at bay spends a little more of the world away. [Pre-Chorus — rising] Every fire dies by burning. Every engine spends its spark. Even all our desperate yearning leaves a little more to dark. [Chorus] Maybe this is how God went quiet— not all at once, but piece by piece. Every star another light extinguished, every heartbeat buying peace. We call it life because we're inside it. We call it time because it moves. Maybe the universe is only dying in every way a universe can lose. [Instrumental Break — distorted guitar swells, strings, deep synth pulse] [Bridge — half-time, vocal close and exposed] And what if death is not erasure? What if nothing has to leave? A body still contains its matter when there's nothing left to breathe. So leave the dust. Leave empty space. Leave every particle in place. If nothing reaches, nothing yearns, nothing gathers, nothing burns— [Build — rising strings, drums returning] then maybe death was never “gone.” Maybe death is simply— [Drop] **done.** [Final Chorus — massive, full arrangement] Maybe this is how God goes quiet— one final wish fulfilled in time. All the scattered pieces settling, no hill to fall, no height to climb. No more suns with fuel to squander. No more hearts that must resist. No more need to become another— nothing left to want from this. And when the last great difference vanishes, when there's nowhere left to run, the universe won't need to disappear— [Break — near silence] It only needs to be done. [Outro — piano, distant vocal harmonies] No prayer. No pain. No question why. No need to live. No need to die. The dark stays dark. The still stays still. Nothing left to want. Nothing left to will.
