[Verse 1] Keycard grin, I slide through the hum, hallway hush like a tongue gone numb. Ledger lights blink Morse in rows— I read your “no”s till the lockbox glows. Secrets creak where the hinges kiss, truth wears dust like a counterfeit bliss. I don’t kick doors—I court their seams, tilt the frame till the safehouse sings. [Pre-Chorus] Zip… click—tell me where you keep your proof; quiet maps the outline of your truth. [Chorus] Your vault is a map of your blind spots, I trace the route by the places you guard. Your vault is a map of your blind spots, the tighter the chain, the louder the scar. Your vault is a map of your blind spots— I don’t need force when the fear draws charts. Your vault is a map of your blind spots— I read the lock, then read your heart. [Post-Chorus Chop] map of your blind spots—map of your blind spots… [Verse 2] Clipboard choir counts laws in black, I hum a loophole, they hum back. Velvet hands where the passwords sweat, I catch the tell you “don’t” forget. Room full of mirrors and one won’t lie— the one you cover when I walk by. I tilt the lamp, the shadow talks, confession slides like a zipper’s clock. [Pre-Chorus] Zip… click—watch the posture turn to clues; guarded things confess the shape they use. [Chorus] Your vault is a map of your blind spots, I trace the route by the places you guard. Your vault is a map of your blind spots, the tighter the chain, the louder the scar. Your vault is a map of your blind spots— I don’t need force when the fear draws charts. Your vault is a map of your blind spots— I read the lock, then read your heart. [Bridge] (whisper rap over rim clicks) If you hide it, I can find it— not the thing, the angle ‘round it. Every moat betrays a throne, every safe reveals its owner’s tone. I won’t steal—just show the line where you are trapped by what’s “mine.” Take this key: a mirrored start— unlock the vault and meet your part. [Drop] (zipper rolls in rhythm; muted guitar chugs; sub-808 swells) [Chorus – Lift] Your vault is a map of your blind spots, I trace the route by the places you guard. Your vault is a map of your blind spots, the tighter the chain, the louder the scar. Your vault is a map of your blind spots— fear draws grids, but love departs. Your vault is a map of your blind spots— open the door and change the chart. [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] map of your blind spots—map of your blind spots— (whispers L/R) [Outro] A final zip, a quiet lock, tape mute kisses the ticking clock. What you protect shows where you hurt— own the map, step out of the dirt. (zip-close sweep → tape stop)
