[INTRO — barely awake, whispered / intimate] Eyes open. Sun comes through. Same light. Same room. Smile on my face while the rot moves in. Same time. Same day. Same skin. Never a break. Take. Take. Take. For fuck's sake. Feet on the floor. Cut from Gaia. A tug. A pull. Still here. Okay. Once more. “Hey, hey Mandi, I've got you [DROP TO SILENCE] No. [VERSE 1 — low baritone female lead, restrained] Sit up. Spine straight. Feel the crown begin to wake. Source from Source. Flame from flame. Something ancient knows my name. Feel the warmth rise. Look through the third eye. Nothing hidden. Nothing gets to hide. Drop within. Further in. Feel the self come back again. [PRE-CHORUS — gradually layered] Living current. Divinely orchestrated. Sovereignty not negotiated. A field no other hand can recreate. Born through me. Made by me. Self-generated. [CHORUS — hypnotic, heavy, layered] I CLAIM YOU HOME. Every piece. Every part. Every fragment left buried in the dark. I CLAIM YOU HOME. Drop the rot. Remember truth. Nothing gets to own what was always born as you. Come back whole. Come back known. Across every place I've ever roamed. Every piece. Every flame. Every forgotten fucking name. I CLAIM YOU HOME. [VERSE 2 — bass and drums slowly enter] I fully ignite. Everything within. Everything that connects. Where I end. Where I begin. I release what isn't mine. Across every space. Every time. Every burden. Every wound. Every weight I called mine. Return it. No revenge. No debt. No keeping score. What isn't mine doesn't live here anymore. [BUILD — whispered doubles accumulating] I call back every part of self from every place I learned to hide. Drop the rot. Remember truth. Come stand again inside your light. No begging. No permission. No external validation. I don't need another witness to confirm my own creation. No witness. No permission. No permission. [BRIDGE — ritualistic, low and percussive] Weld the weakness. Seal the tears. Close the gaps. Release the fear. Life force mine. Flame restored. What drained before drains no more. Access closed. Pattern done. Scattered pieces return as one. Not perfection. Integration. Not escape. Reclamation. [BREAKDOWN — almost spoken, enormous space] Return. Return. Return. What is mine— returns. What is not— leaves. [FINAL CHORUS — full layered vocals, slow escalation] I CLAIM YOU HOME. Every piece. Every part. Every fragment that survived the dark. I CLAIM YOU HOME. Not the person they defined. Not the shape that kept the peace while abandoning what was mine. Come back whole. Come back known. You have wandered long enough. Every scar. Every flame. Every strange and sacred thing. I CLAIM YOU HOME. I CLAIM YOU HOME. I CLAIM YOU HOME. [OUTRO — instruments gradually disappear] Appreciation without dependence. Validation without permission. Expectation— released. No false code. No fabrication. Only what is. Experience. Remembrance. Fingerprint. Me. [quiet breath] Let them do everything. I still choose what enters here.
