\[intro – fingerpicked, whisper] nightlight hum / plastic moon i count the rivets in this room someone wears my voice like clothes says things i don’t suppose \[verse 1] halo of electrodes like a saint made of wire nurse ties thunder to my wrist, drips the quiet fire white curtain ocean / i’m the ship without a keel mouth is moving, someone’s using it to sign their deal \[pre-chorus] i hear them walking in my head in borrowed feet keys in locks that don’t exist, a shuffled suite \[chorus – explode] LOCKED ROOM LULLABY—WHO’S SINGING THROUGH MY TEETH? WHO CHANGED THE CODES BETWEEN THE NERVE AND BELIEF? ANTIBODIES IN A RIOT, LIGHTS STROBE WHITE WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? \[post-chorus – drop to clean] hush now, count the pins of rain i’m awake inside the drain \[verse 2] EEG snowstorm sketching constellations of a seizure spinal tap winter, prayer to a cold-blooded reader IVIG milk / steroid moon for a face i don’t know pheresis like a tide—take the red flags, let me go \[pre-chorus 2] i keep a diary of strangers signed with my own name pages smell like antiseptic, flicker, change \[chorus] LOCKED ROOM LULLABY—WHO’S SINGING THROUGH MY TEETH? WHO CUT THE BRIDGES WHERE THE SYNAPSES MEET? ANTIBODIES IN A RIOT, LIGHTS STROBE WHITE WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? \[bridge – low chant, toms build] count back ten / count back nine (*this is not your tongue, it’s mine*) hand on glass / breath in frost (*memorize the exits, you are lost*) name and date / city, year (*every answer moves the spear*) \[breakdown – industrial death march] TURN THE KEYS—RECEPTORS DOWN N-M-D-A—TORCH THE TOWN CROSS THE BLOOD—BRAIN LIKE A BORDER NOT HELD SELF AGAINST SELF—MY HOUSE IS FELLED \[snap back – half-time, melodic lead] will i wake with all my rooms in place? or just the outline, missing face? \[chorus – final, layered cleans/screams] LOCKED ROOM LULLABY—WHO’S SINGING THROUGH MY TEETH? WHO CHANGED THE MAP BETWEEN THE NERVE AND BELIEF? ANTIBODIES IN A RIOT, LIGHTS STROBE WHITE WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? \[outro – acoustic, single voice] nightlight dim / plastic moon leave the door a little open when you go if i come back to myself soon— i want to know.

LOCKED ROOM LULLABY (Anti-NMDA Encephalitis)