[INTRO — almost whispered, completely dry] I... Don't care what's underneath.. Don't care what's behind the teeth.. Don't give a damn if there's fire beneath my feet.. Don't wanna fucking breathe... [everything begins slowing like a dying machine] I'm okayyyyyyyyy... with playing— [ALL SOUND CUTS] ...dead. [2 BEATS ABSOLUTE SILENCE] I heard what you said.. No more trying to make sense.. No more digging through the wreck trying to find what you meant.. I'm beyond anything you thought you'd dread... [whisper — left] You wanted quiet? [whisper — right] Then listen. [BUILD — heartbeat kick begins] Now— watch me... WAKE. THE. DEAD. [DROP — stuttering sequencer detonates] WA-WA-WAKE— WAKE THE DEAD— DE-DE-DEAD— DEAD—DEAD— HAHA— YOU THOUGHT I WOULD'VE LOST— But I knew all the cost.. Every bridge. Every cross. Every piece somebody tossed. I learned the language of loss— THE RHYME OF THE LOST. [POST-DROP — half-time] You buried the sound... I became the ground. You buried the voice... I became the noise. Thought playing dead meant I disappeared? Nah. I was down there learning what the dead could hear. [PRE-CHORUS — melody suddenly beautiful] So I don't care what's underneath.. I finally heard what's underneath me.. Not hell. Not heaven. Not destiny. Just every buried piece still screaming— REMEMBER ME. [DROP II — larger / distorted] WAKE THE DEAD! [stuttered] wake-wake-wake-wake— THE ONES WHO QUIT. THE ONES WHO BLED. THE WORDS WE SWALLOWED. THE THINGS UNSAID. WAKE THE LOVE. WAKE THE DREAD. WAKE EVERY FUCKING THING WE LEFT FOR DEAD. [FALSE END] ... [close-mic inhale] You thought I lost? [low laugh] Hahaha... No. I learned the cost. [one enormous sub hit] And somewhere inside everything we lost... [stuttering arp slowly returns] ...something learned to wake.
