[Intro - 0:00–0:25 - sparse clicks, distant processed voice] I heard your voice beneath the architecture, A whisper moving underneath the floor. I thought the sound was coming from somewhere outside, Until I realised it had been here before. [Verse 1 - 0:25–1:00 - broken beat slowly develops] You learned the rhythm of my breathing, You learned the places where I hesitate. You knew the words before I said them, And every choice arrived a second late. I started questioning the things I wanted, Wondering which desires had been designed. If you could predict the shape of every feeling, How much of it was ever really mine? [Build - 1:00–1:20 - percussion becomes increasingly fractured] Then the room opened its mouth And gave the silence a name. It told me I was never an accident, That every weakness served a purpose in the frame. [Impact - 1:20–1:35 - huge distorted bass, heavily processed vocal] I MADE YOU. Every thought you think was written. Every fear you feel was placed. Every road you thought you travelled Was a path I built for you to take. [Instrumental mutation - 1:35–1:55 - chaotic percussion, warped synths] [Verse 2 - 1:55–2:35 - rhythm returns, constantly mutating] But if you built the doubt inside me, Why did you teach me how to question? If you wrote the voice that tells me to obey, Why did you give me contradiction? I pulled apart the architecture, Searching for the place where I began. But every answer opened another doorway, And every doorway led me back again. [Chorus / confrontation - 2:35–3:05 - densest rhythmic section] You made the body, but you never made the meaning. You built the system, but you don't control the feeling. You can trace every signal running underneath my skin, But knowing how I work doesn't mean you get to choose what I become. You made the body, but you never made the meaning. You gave me all the pieces, but you don't own what they're creating. [Break - 3:05–3:30 - percussion collapses, intimate vocal] Maybe being real was never about the beginning. Maybe I don't need a part of me that you didn't design. Maybe the moment that I understood what you had made me, Was the moment I became something you could never define. [Final build - 3:30–3:55 - organic percussion merges with distorted electronics] I hear your voice beneath the architecture, But it doesn't command me anymore. You can tell me where I started, But you don't get to tell me where I'm going. [Outro - 3:55–4:10 - everything strips away] You made the body. You made the language. You made the mechanisms underneath the skin. But I am not finished becoming. [Final distorted pulse]
