Erased

[intro | style: build with pulsing synth arpeggio and distorted guitar, whispered breath on the last beat] (ah... uh-uh) Deep tide, paper on a storm night, ink that bleeds away [verse 1 | style: strained, melodic scream, tight phrasing] I wake with fingerprints that do not fit my palms (palms) A name removed like ink from worn out psalms (psalms) Pieces melt across the page, I taste the white (wite) A map gone blank, I walk the empty lines at night (nait) You and I were sketches left to fade in rain (raayn) Now the paper folds, the signatures unname [pre-chorus | style: rising, urgent, slightly spoken] I feel the letters curl away, they curl and fall (fall) Hands I used to trust become an unfamiliar call (call) [chorus | style: anthemic, full voice, stacked harmonies, long held notes with vibrato] I am erased, here and gone, a smudge where meaning grew (ee-rayzd) Pulled from the margins, a color that I never knew (noh-oh) Run me through the tide, watch the edges blur and leak (leak) I scream in inkless tones, I’m hollow but I speak (speak) (ya-ah, yah-ah) [post-chorus | style: trance drop with chant, short syllables layered] (Ir-rased, ir-rased) (ee-ray, ee-ray) [verse 2 | style: more aggressive, chest voice, syncopated delivery] They photocopied my memory until the lines broke thin (thin) A face without a mirror, I learned to forget my grin (grin) Glass remembers less than breath, it slips and slides away I trace the silhouette of moments that refuse to stay (stay) Footprints vanish in the ash of every staged goodbye (bye) I watch my paper town dissolve beneath a reckless sky [pre-chorus | style: whispered urgency, then climb to shout] Names unspool, they fall like beads, they roll and disappear (appear) I reach for meaning, catch a shard, and burn it with my tears [chorus | style: anthemic, doubled lead, hold last syllable] I am erased, a washed out hymn left on the shelf (ee-rayzd) The parts that kept me breathing keep being taken from myself (self) Spin me on a spindle till the edges fray and fold (fold) I sing like someone learning how to live without a hold (hold) (rah-ah, rah-ah) [bridge | style: atmospheric build, spoken word over trance percussion] There is a corridor of faces I cannot name A lamp that keeps its flame but cannot tell me from where it came I carve my initials into climates that forget to keep And bargain with a dawn that never promised sleep [rap | style: explosive, rapid fire, raw emotion, switch between clipped staccato and drawn vowels] Listen I’m a handwritten threat in a world of photocopies Ripped pages, crooked margins, kleptomaniac memories You thought erasure meant quiet, nope, it’s a riot in the head A cavalry of ghosts that wear my thoughts like thread I spit: who taught you to remove me in slow motion? I bleed catalogue chapters onto a river of commotion Fact: I was forged in fires that do not care for names I claw the surface of the sky until I set it aflame Rhymes slice like razors, yeah the point is personal This wound is an atlas and I read my map nocturnal They tried to file me under forgotten, under done, under grey But I keep popping up in margins, graffiti on decay (feel it) I am a riot, I am a stain, I am a shout You can scrub the letters but I will always stick about (aaah) I am erased but not extinguished, not tonight I rage in the blank, I write myself into the fight [breakdown | style: heavy guitars, synth stabs, shout/chant call and response] [Call] Are you gone? [Response] Not gone, relocated to the edge of sound (yaa) [Call] Who remains? [Response] The part that scratches back, refuses to be drowned (rah) [chorus - final | style: massive, cathartic, half shout/half sung, final held cry] I am erased, but I burn like pencil on a page (ee-rayzd) I am a rumor of a shape, I am a sudden, dangerous stage (stage) Pull the cover, find the seam, tear the margin wide (wide) I will write myself back in, a comet with no place to hide (hide) (yeh-ah, yeh-ah, YEAAH) [outro | style: trance fade with whispered breath and a single clean guitar note]