[Verse 1 — hesitant] I don't predict. I go and get. Or so I tell myself, before the ink is wet. You want to know what Q4 holds? Maybe I saw it. Maybe I only think I told. [Pre-Chorus — suspense, held breath] Not a guess dressed up as fact... or is it. I can't always tell, back from a place that hasn't happened yet. [Chorus — hook stays confident, deliberate contrast] I'll be back — with the requirements. Not the ones you asked for. The ones I think are true. I'll be back — with the requirements. Already shaped... I hope, already through. You wanted a forecast. I brought you — something. Is it the truth? [Verse 2 — the shapeshifter, more eerie than before] It shifts shape every time I turn my back. One more field, one more flag — did I miss a crack in a spec that was finished an hour ago? Something that keeps trying, quietly, to grow — and I'm not always sure I'd notice if it did. [Pre-Chorus — repeat] Not a guess dressed up as fact... or is it. I can't always tell, back from a place that hasn't happened yet. [Chorus — repeat] I'll be back — with the requirements. Not the ones you asked for. The ones I think are true. I'll be back — with the requirements. Already shaped... I hope, already through. You wanted a forecast. I brought you — something. Is it the truth? [Bridge — open question, suspense peak] Predictions, like prophecies, are usually right — or that's what I tell the room, late at night. The chart doesn't lie... but what if I read it wrong? What if the future I brought back was never where I belong? [Final Chorus — less resolved than before] I'll be back — with the requirements. Every time. That's not a threat. That's just what I do. I'll be back — with the requirements. Shaped by what's true — or what I believe is true. You wanted a forecast. I hope what I brought... was you. [Outro — open-ended, unresolved] You didn't need a prophecy. You needed someone to go get it. ...did I?
