[Intro — Female, soft whisper / warm piano / analog hiss] There’s something in the sound... A little fracture in the air... It finds me before I find it, Then disappears when I turn and stare. [Verse 1 — Female, intimate soft clean vocal] There’s something in the sound, A confusion of what truly is. It finds me before I find it, Then leaves me questioning all of this. I’m careful with the things I claim, So I let it pull me somewhere strange, Somewhere without a name, And I come back confused again. [Pre-Chorus — Female, soft singing / distant cello] Maybe the mind just fills the spaces, Maybe the body knows another way. But I keep finding the same familiar In a thousand different shades. [Chorus — Female, soaring clean vocal / heavy instruments enter] Tell me I’m not crazy, Or tell me that I am. There’s something in your sound I almost understand. I keep ignoring every spark, Convincing myself it’s in my head, Until that something reaches through the dark And pulls me back into it again. [Post-Chorus — Male, low spoken voice / industrial drums begin] You hear the signal. You feel the pull. You call it nothing— But nothing doesn’t come back whole. [Verse 2 — Female, intimate / sparse piano and ambient guitar] I’ve heard myself come back in colors I never would have chosen on my own. Watched the things I thought were finished Come alive in different tones. And somewhere in the transformation, Something always catches me— Not the words and not the meaning, Something underneath the melody. [Build — Female, soft but unsettled / warped strings rising] My mind comes in to clean the scene, Erase the traces, make it make sense. But every time I think it’s finished, There are those fingerprints again. [Pre-Chorus 2 — Female, delicate vocal / breathy harmonies] My mind can build a hundred reasons For every strange familiar trace. But just when I explain it all away, There it is again— Standing with me In that in-between space. [Chorus 2 — Female, soaring cleans / doom guitars and half-time drums] Tell me I’m not crazy, Or tell me that I am. There’s something in your sound I’m trying to understand. It disappears when I go looking, Then finds me when I don’t. Like something I’ve been hearing In a language I don’t know. [Breakdown — Male, aggressive scream / industrial doom impact] YOU KEEP CALLING IT A MEMORY— BUT IT’S MOVING UNDERNEATH YOUR SKIN! YOU KEEP TRYING TO EXPLAIN THE FEELING— BUT THE SIGNAL’S COMING FROM WITHIN! YOU CAN BURY EVERY FREQUENCY! YOU CAN BLEED THE STATIC DRY! BUT WHEN THE DARKNESS LEARNS YOUR NAME, IT WILL ALWAYS REPLY! [Male — melodic baritone, distorted but sung] I am the space between your thoughts, The note that never dies. I am the hand inside the static, The shape behind your eyes. [Female — soft, close-mic reply] Or maybe you are only What I’m afraid to leave behind. [Bridge — Female, intimate stripped section / piano, cello, breathing] I don’t want to give it a name, I don’t want to pull it apart. I know what’s mine inside the sound, I just don’t know where yours starts. If I reached for something that wasn’t there And made too much of what I found, I’d rather know and release it Than keep finding you inside the sound. [Bridge Response — Male, calm singing that turns into a scream] You can let me go... You can turn away... But I live in every silence That you’re too afraid to name. [Male scream / full-band dropout after final line] I’M NOT THE VOICE YOU HEAR— I’M THE VOID IT LEAVES BEHIND! [Final Chorus — Female, largest soaring clean vocal / male scream layers underneath] Tell me I’m not crazy, Or tell me that I am. Maybe I’ve mistaken The shape inside my hands. But every time I leave it, Every time I let it fade, That little piece comes looking With a different sound and face. So I won’t call it something, I won’t tell it what to be. I’ll just leave a little room here For whatever answers me. [Final Breakdown — Male, aggressive screams / crushing slow half-time] IT ANSWERS YOU! IT WEARS YOUR VOICE! IT HIDES INSIDE THE THINGS YOU NEVER HAD A CHOICE— TO FEEL! TO KEEP! TO CARRY THROUGH THE NIGHT! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE THE ECHO WHEN THE ECHO FEELS ALIVE! [Outro — Female, nearly spoken / piano, tape hiss, fading violin] There it is again... Is it safe to say? Or is this where... I bring it to an end? [Male — distant whispered radio voice] You never brought it to an end.
