The Record Says I Did It

[Verse 1 | rapidfire male vocal | loud, compressed, muffled doubling]

Red sand renders where the server keeps bleeding
Sky full of cameras with the lenses all breathing
Body in a basement but my head went ceiling
Vertical panic through the glass I’m peeling

Signed my name to a crime I was not in
Fault line moving when the playback locked in
Every little witness got a new clean face
Every dirty footprint got a fresh database

I saw the Broker with a halo of static
Hand on the ledger like the damage was magic
Said, “Don’t look down, don’t question the edit”
Then the whole damn record said I did it

...

[Pre-Chorus | tighter rhythm | building]

You moved the cause
You forged the chain
You washed the knife
And left the stain

You changed the clock
You changed the room
You changed the corpse
But not the wound

[Chorus | shouted melodic hook | background vocals phased and filtered]

You passed the fault off
But I know the source
(But I know the source)

You changed the witness
But not the corpse
(But not the corpse)

You passed the fault off
But I know the source
(But I know the source)

The record says I did it
But the record’s yours
(The record’s yours)

[instrumental breakdown | descending chromatic power chords | Moog/Subharmonicon arps | drums mechanical and swelling]

[Verse 2 | more aggressive | breathless internal rhyme]

If the signal don’t cut you, it crowns you and calls you clean
If the mirror don’t love you, it teaches you what to mean
There’s a river full of names running under the floor
And the Broker keeps fishing up one more, one more

So I walk out parallel, sideways through the render
Cause and effect got split in the blender
Not my fault if the world went visible
Not my fault if the lie turned physical

I saw a child with a borrowed confession
I saw a saint sell a clean resurrection
I saw lovers get filed as evidence
I saw guilt turn gold in the residence

And every time I tried to say, “That wasn’t me”
The walls lit up with a new ID
Every door asked nice, “Are you ready to admit it?”
Then the whole damn record said I did it

...

[Pre-Chorus | doubled vocal | closer to the mic]

You moved the cause
You forged the chain
You washed the knife
And left the stain

You changed the clock
You changed the room
You changed the corpse
But not the wound

[Chorus | bigger | male lead with mixed male/female filtered responses]

You passed the fault off
But I know the source
(But I know the source)

You changed the witness
But not the corpse
(But not the corpse)

You passed the fault off
But I know the source
(But I know the source)

The record says I did it
But the record’s yours
(The record’s yours)

[instrumental solo break | explosive guitar solo | wide stereo split | synth arps panning hard left/right]

[Verse 3 | fastest delivery | unstable, sarcastic, furious]

Down here downloading immaculate arguments
Philosophy packets and counterfeit sacraments
Everybody’s innocent after the accident
Long as the Archive can bury the management

You got a clean little theory with a dead little center
A soft little god in a black box renderer
Call it correction, call it protection
Call it whatever makes the horror look tender

I don’t need mercy from a thing with a menu
I don’t need peace from a room that continues
I don’t need truth with the serial sanded
I don’t need grace from a system that planned it

You can reroute every scream through a choir
You can dress up the burn as a beautiful fire
You can stamp my shadow with counterfeit credit
But I saw your hand when the record said I did it

...

[Bridge | half-spoken, half-rapped | close mic | background vocals glitching]

Cause unknown
Name replaced
Body still
Mind erased

Case was closed
Before it began
Blood on the code
Not on my hands

Cause unknown
Name replaced
Body still
Mind erased

Case was closed
Before it began
Blood on the code
Not on my hands

[Final Chorus | explosive wall of guitars and synths]