[Intro – circling wine glasses, slow build, distant hums] [glass harmonics swell beneath faint reversed whispers] [soft finger-glass resonance begins forming a loop] [Verse 1 – vocals intimate, nearly breathless] I sat. I sang. I would not be moved. No longer silent. No stains hidden. [glass chimes — like slow raindrops on crystal] [low distorted pulse enters, heartbeat tempo] [Bridge – whispered chant begins beneath] (They said) They said I lied, That I misconstrued, That I felt like a dirty girl — That I NEEDED it to be abuse. (They said) (They said — like gospel rotting) [Bridge continuation – vocal becomes firmer] I *remembered* it wrong. I asked for too much. I wore the wrong skin. I wanted the touch. (They said) (They said) (They said) [Crushed glass transition – falling, fading pitch] [Chorus – vocals fuller, still restrained] I didn’t resist, I didn’t assist, and I was taken nonetheless. (I was) (yes) (yes) [glass marimba swells beneath unresolved chords] [chime pattern repeats — detuned now] [Outro – collapsing structure] [soft wind through broken windows, tape hiss] [“they said” continues softly, fractured, some reversed] [breath on glass — one last fog that won’t appear] [long reverb decay — then silence]
