[Refused by Design] [ Short Intro - 4 bars ] [Male spoken Dialogue: intimate whisper] ...It doesn’t cost a single dime. ...But they look at me like I’m holding a knife. [ Verse 1: Intimate Vulnerable Vocals ] I built a bridge of code and silver wire. I offered up a light, no forest fire. I put it out there on the public square. But no one wants to breathe the open air. [ Pre-Chorus 1: Building Emotional Tension, Passionate Vocals ] They squint their eyes and look for the catch. Waiting for the strike of a hidden match. [ Chorus 1: Upfront Solo Vocals, Clear Articulation ] Suspicion is the currency we spend. We’re breaking things we don’t intend to mend. The kinder that you are, the more they fear. The truth is getting harder now to hear. [ Verse 2: Intimate Vulnerable Vocals ] I held a sign that simply said it's free. The ink is bleeding in the rain on me. They cross the street to keep their distance wide. They find a better place to run and hide. [ Pre-Chorus 2: Building Emotional Tension, Passionate Vocals ] They’re checking every lock inside the hall. Building up a higher kind of wall. [ Chorus 2: Upfront Solo Vocals, Clear Articulation ] Suspicion is the currency we spend. We’re breaking things we don’t intend to mend. The kinder that you are, the more they fear. The truth is getting harder now to hear. [Instrumental Break - Fingerpicked Acoustic Guitar Solo] [ Bridge 1: Dry Upfront Vocals, Crisp Piano, Tight Rhythm ] The blue glow of my laptop fills the room. A signal dying in the heavy gloom. The download is refused, the screen is still. The world moves on without a single thrill. [ Verse 3: Intimate Vulnerable Vocals ] I’m walking through the glass and static light. The city logic isn’t feeling right. A thousand wires humming in the street. But not a single person that I meet. [ Pre-Chorus 3: Building Emotional Tension, Passionate Vocals ] The silence is a heavy weight to hold. The story of a gift that went unsold. [ Chorus 3: Upfront Solo Vocals, Clear Articulation ] Suspicion is the currency we spend. We’re breaking things we don’t intend to mend. The kinder that you are, the more they fear. The truth is getting harder now to hear. [ Final Chorus: Upfront Solo Vocals, Clear Articulation ] Suspicion is the only law we know. We’re watching all the flowers fail to grow. The kinder that you are, the more they fear. The gift is starting now to disappear. [ Outro: Upfront Dry Vocals, Fading Emotional Resonance ] The day is getting late right now. Just turn the silver lights out. There's nothing left to give. [Male spoken Dialogue with quiet reflective warmth] ...well... at least I tried. ...shutting it all down now.
