[DEADLY MIRAGE] [INTRO — DISTANT SURF, LOW RADIO STATIC] [STATION MASTER — SPOKEN, LOW] Open-water advisory. If you see a shoreline the charts refuse… Do not identify the people waiting there. Once you recognize them— it recognizes you. ⸻ [VERSE 1 — LOW, UNEASY REGGAE] White heat seals the open blue Then a coastline pushes through Harbor walls rise from the glare Charts show forty fathoms there Church bells ring without a town Palm-leaf shadows ripple down Smoke climbs straight from chimney stone Every house resembles your home ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS — BASS PULLS LOW] Kill the lamps and hold the line Once you see it—it sees your mind Hold your bearing through the light False land feeds upon your sight ⸻ [CHORUS — DEEP SOUL HARMONIES] Deadly mirage on a dead-calm tide Shows you the shore where your lost ones hide Hold to the deep when the blue turns red Every face on the beach is dead ⸻ [VERSE 2 — BASS GROWS HEAVIER] Memory gives the shore its face Grief supplies the time and place Private voices cross the glow Speaking words they should not know Lost hands beckon from the sand Old doors open farther inland Keep your eyes above the rail Love’s the hook beneath the veil ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS — DISTANT VOICES RISE] Surf rolls in without a sound Shadows point the wrong way round What looks close lies fathoms deep Calling through the grief you keep ⸻ [CHORUS — DARKER SOUL HARMONIES] Deadly mirage on a dead-calm tide Builds you a harbor from grief inside Hold to the deep when the blue turns red Every voice from the shore is dead ⸻ [VERSE 3 — HEAVY DUB SURGES] Hidden coral guards the bay Sharp enough to strip bone away Every soul the reef has claimed Joins the shore and calls your name Turn the wheel and hold it wide Trust the chart, distrust your eyes Should that beach keep drawing near Cut all canvas—disappear ⸻ [BRIDGE — DRUMS FALL TO A HEARTBEAT] Make no signal, speak no name Recognition feeds the flame Douse each lantern, drop each sail Let the black conceal your trail When the church bells fade from ear Never turn to check the rear Sight is how it finds your grief Grief is how it shapes the reef ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — FULL SOUL CHOIR] Deadly mirage on a blood-warm tide Builds its harbor behind your eyes Hold to the chart when it calls ahead Every road to that shore ends dead Deadly mirage where the lost appear Wearing every face you once held dear Leave them calling beyond the foam Some things waiting are not your home ⸻ [OUTRO — SURF DECAYS INTO STATIC] [STATION MASTER — SPOKEN, LOW] If someone you buried is waving from the shoreline… They aren’t asking you to come home. They’re helping it feed. [TRANSMISSION CUTS]
