Ouroboros of Carcosa v1

[Intro] [low frequency drone, pulsing analog bass synth enters] [reverberant male spoken word] Time Is not a line [high-pitched arpeggiated synth enters] It folds Curls back into itself Like a serpent Feeding on memory You think you're moving forward But you're just tracing the same wound Again There's a place Beyond the edges of thought Not a kingdom Not a dream Something older They call it many things But names Don't hold it Names just... [electronic drum beat enters, gated snare] Scratch at the surface You ever feel watched? Not by something alive But by something that remembers you The architecture of it Is wrong Angles That lean into places they shouldn't exist Horizons bending inward Like the sky is collapsing Politely [synth pads swell] I've seen it once Or maybe I'm still seeing it Hard to tell When time don't behave [distorted guitar power chords enter] Every thought you've ever had It's already happened Every choice Just a ghost Free will Is just a flicker A brief illusion Before the loop tightens And something sits at the center of it Not ruling Not waiting Just Witnessing [vocal layers increase with delay effects] If you find it If you reach it You remember it A throne Not made for sitting But for becoming It wears you Like a mask made of your own thoughts And when you finally see it Really see it You understand You were never outside the spiral The loop closes Quietly No revelation No escape Just the same question Waiting Where it always was