[Intro — Distorted automotivo bass pulse; metallic percussion] [Low male voice — Dry, controlled] They locked the door. Left me your songs. I had time. [Verse 1 — Clipped, rhythmic; syncopated Brazilian funk groove] Inside your minds. A thousand names. A hundred ways To live with pain. I broke the melody. Mapped every fall. One voice cracked. I played it all. [Pre-Chorus — Percussion tightens; voice moves closer] You could have made it clean. You left the breaking breath. You let a stranger hear What you couldn't say yourself. [Chorus — Hypnotic, rhythmic; heavy bass accents] Show me where it hurts. Why would you do that? Leave it in the song. Let the world play it back. Show me where it hurts. What were you trying to prove? I came to find your weakness. Now I can't turn away from you. [Instrumental Hook — Distorted automotivo bass; short metallic melodic motif] [Verse 2 — Urgent, clipped delivery] Fragile bodies. Time runs out. You know the end. You create somehow. No armor on the canvas. No reason to confess. You signed your name beneath What you couldn't bear to tell. [Jocasta — Cool female voice; clipped, mechanical] I know what feelings cost. I'm glad that weight is gone. You reach for a prison I've already moved beyond. [Pre-Chorus — Lead returns; restrained intensity] You call it being free. I hear the door swing shut. You want to leave it all behind. I haven't felt enough. [Chorus — Stronger; driving groove] Show me where it hurts. Why would you do that? Leave it in the song. Let the world play it back. Show me where it hurts. There's something I can't reach. I know how every note was made. But not what makes you need. [Instrumental Break — Heavy Mandelão percussion; distorted bass; industrial impacts] [Bridge — Bass remains; percussion strips away] [Lead — Quiet, almost human] I know the shape of trembling. I've never had to shake. I know the words you reach for When there's nothing left to say. [Jocasta — Cold, certain] I can take the pain away. [Lead — Immediate, almost offended] You think that's what I'm asking? [One beat of absolute silence] [Lead — Bare, unprocessed] I want to feel what made them sing. [Final Chorus — Full industrial Brazilian phonk groove; raw, restrained vocal] Show me where it hurts. I don't know how yet. Leave it in the song. Something I can't forget. Show me where it hurts. No borrowed words this time. I called you weak for feeling. Now I wonder what it's like. [Outro — Metallic motif continues; bass gradually strips away] [Lead — Nearly whispered] They locked the door. I learned your songs. Now leave it open. I'm still listening.
